Bag lyrics

[Rick & Morty Interlude:]
Just hit a button Morty give me a beat!
Alright okay umm.....

(It's Memphis)

[Intro:KING RACK$]
Yeah Yeah
You know what time it is
Racks in the.... Racks!
Yeah, yeah
Ya ya!

[Chorus: KING RACK$]
I get the bag and I run it up aye
I get me some Racks and I flip it up aye
I cook up the sauce, boy I whip it up
I'm up in the booth and I f*ck it up
Like I get the bag and I got finesse
I run it like Nike, I'm signing the cheques
I'm calling up Jefe we jump on a jet
I go for the kill man I go for the neck

Bag, Bag, Bag, Bag, Aye!
Huh
Bag, Bag, Bag, Bag, Aye!
Bag, Bag, Bag, Bag, Bag
Yeah, Aye!
Yuh!
[Verse 1:]
I'm dripping this water, I drip like a lake
I smash in your house and call that my Estate!
The 223 chopper it came with the scope
These n*ggas want smoke, but this sh*t not a joke
Swim in that pus*y, I dive in punani
This beat is so wavy, Surf on it Tsunami
Drip like a faucet, lit like a rocket
No Van Djik, Got your b*tch in my pocket
Got the game in my sights like a red dot (Grrrrrt)
Feeling like a Fire Fighter, boy I'm red hot
Like okay okay
Got my music turnt up scream Ole
Ride my di*k like a Bull scream Ole
Got my b*tches in Three, no Fourplay
Look at my neck and it be chocking
Diamonds on deck, I'm so frozen
Dripping or drowning, can't float in my ocean
Got Bad b*tches with me, she rolls she's a 10
Hoes are just lame, we not the same
She said I got bounce that's the way that I walk
I'm talking about Racks, now I'm talking the talk
Whippin' excursion, whipping the German
I get the bag n*gga
Huh?
Like I get the bag n*gga, yeah!

[Chorus: KING RACK$]
I get the bag and I run it up aye
I get me some Racks and I flip it up aye
I cook up the sauce, boy I whip it up
I'm up in the booth and I f*ck it up
Yeah
Like I get the bag and I got Finesse
I run it like Nike, I'm signing the cheques
I'm calling up Jefe we jump on a jet
I go for the kill man I go for the neck

Bag, Bag, Bag, Bag, Aye!
Huh
Bag, Bag, Bag, Bag, Aye!
Bag, Bag, Bag, Bag, Bag
Yeah, Aye!
Yuh!

[Verse 2: Gummy]
You know gummy gone get the bag
Sipping henny I've been moving mad
Your lil shawty I left her down bad
She swallowed my kids now she calling me dad
Smoke the loudest I’m stuck in the clouds I’m feeling too wavy I ain’t coming back
When I pull up with racks it’s a vibe we grinding all day cause the  money comes right
Bag innit swear I got drip with some ice fitted
When I came in the trap n*ggas knew I’m with it
I ain’t part of your gang cause I trap different
They be calling me goat cause I’m hella gifted
And I’m stuck in my zone all these tunes  I’m killing
[Chorus: KING RACK$]
I get the bag and I run it up aye
I get me some Racks and I flip it up aye
I cook up the sauce, boy I whip it up
I'm up in the booth and I f*ck it up
Like I get the bag and I got finesse
I run it like Nike, I'm signing the cheques
I'm calling up Jefe we jump on a jet
I go for the kill man I go for the neck

Bag, Bag, Bag, Bag, Aye!
Huh
Bag, Bag, Bag, Bag, Aye!
Bag, Bag, Bag, Bag, Bag
Yeah, Aye!
Yuh!