Fetty In The Bag (feat. Goldie Loc, Big Tray Deee) E

From the Isley Brothers to the Jackson Five, A nigga give to you on the black ass Side. Collide and glide 'til we amplified, And do it all together, electric slide. Got good to you, now you feelin' the vibe. In the Chevy, rollin', ready to ride. Headin' out the moon, heavy on the gas, Steady on the mash. Now put the fetty in The bag. It's a stick up. I get to the money with no hiccups. Give two fucks, no goof ups, no back ups, No swoop ups. Get stomped out in some motherfuckin' Blue Chucks. Yeah, nigga, I'm back. In a '94 Cadillac, playin' SAS. The fifteens in the back. Stash the strap-strap, then adjust my snapback. Salt and pepper, beans and rice. Ebony and ivory, domino dice. Twice as nice, never payin' the price. Bakin' a cake, have a slice. Mustard and mayonnaise, leather and wood. Take it from the rich, give it back to The hood. You know how we do's it. Robbed his ass and rolled off to some gangsta Music. From the Isley Brothers to the Jackson Five, A nigga give it to you on the black Ass side. Collide and glide 'til we amplified, And do it all together, electric slide. Got good to you, now you feelin' the vibe. In the Chevy, rollin', ready to ride. Headin' out the moon, heavy on the gas, Steady on the mash. Now put the fetty in the bag. Give it to 'em loc, you know I gotta Serve 'em all the time. And I ain't gon' Quit bangin' until I get mine. Bangin' in my all blue deuce with the rag Down. Ayo Amplify, turn that shit up loud. Stayin' true to the game that's in my bloodline. Long Beach, Eastside, born and raised on one five. Gangsta freak music, swaggin' to the left of me. Only a few real niggas got the recipe. And I ain't gotta say they names. You know it's real deal when you hear a Little pain. From the home of the Braves, and We still make it crackalaque. Go D-Loc and Snoop Dogg, bring that G shit Back. They say they tired of that water down. They wanna bang some real shit when they ride 'round. That's why I'm spittin' now, so I can Never fall off. It's been 20 plus years I Been crippin' with the boss nigga. From the Isley Brothers to the Jackson Five, A nigga give to you on the black ass Side. Collide and glide 'til we amplified, And do it all together, electric slide. It got good to you, now you feelin' the Vibe. In the Chevy, rollin', ready to ride. Headin' out the moon, heavy on the gas, Steady on the mash. Now put the fetty in the bag. Don't pause, break it off 'fore the heat gon' Spark. Hair trigger for the figures when I ride And stomp. No mask, don't ask, just flash the Steel. Get cash quick fast or I caps the Seal. It's the mangler, the dangler, always keep Gangsta. Savage, livin' lavish, go hard to see my Paper. Straight grind, take mine, whatever to make Mine. Die before I beg, instead I face state Time. All the way live, yeah, just like Lakeside. Doin' dirt, puttin' in work, no play time. Takin' flights, for the finer things in life. Still loc and been a mogul, never change my Stripes. Check the resume, I dare to say you Better lay low. When them G's call the Eastside, Steppin' the dope. All go, y'all know we stay Ready to mash. Weapons ablaze. Now put that fetty in the bag. From the Isley Brothers to the Jackson Five, A nigga give it to you on the black Ass side. Collide and glide 'til we amplified, And do it all together, electric slide. It got good to you, now you feelin' the Vibe. In the Chevy, rollin', ready to ride. Headin' out the moon, heavy on the gas, Steady on the mash. Now put the fetty in The bag. Amplify