Bags lyrics

[Intro: DrugRixh Hect]
DrugRixh
Ain't going back and forth with these n*ggas, man

[Chorus: DrugRixh Hect]
I get them bags in for the cheap
I come to do business, ain't no meet-and-greet
Designer, Givenchy, it's on my feet
Diamonds dancing like they fell in the grease
I'm serving pedestrians, they on to me
Auntie jawlocked, she say it's that fishgrease
I'm serving pedestrians, they on to me
Heavyweight champion, they watching me
I do what I want with that Glock on me
Two gram Backwood, I'm smoking that broccoli
Taking chances like Monopoly
Doubled down Smith & Wesson with the Glock on me
Never catch me down bad 'cause I'm popping sh*t
Little n*gga better move with that robbing sh*t
MONY rag on me, n*gga, I'm mobbing sh*t
Posted in the hood, little n*gga robbing sh*t

[Verse 1: DrugRixh Hect]
I do what I want with that Glock on me
You better call 'trol if you thinking about stopping me
DrugRixh, little n*gga, who stopping me?
I pull up on your block, quick draw, I'm popping sh*t
The say they looking for me, but never got me
Pour up a four just to geek up my body
The Vette was too fast, so I jumped in the Mazi
Me and PJ robbing everybody
Work bad, then somebody dying
The pint was a dummy, I knew he was lying
Raw 'tech, I want the other kind
DrugRixh, b*tch, you must lost your mind
Chopper hold a hundred, drum line
Givenchy sweater in the summer time
Tricked him good, you would've thought he was blind
Smashing the gas to the finish line
[Chorus: DrugRixh Hect]
I get them bags in for the cheap
I come to do business, ain't no meet-and-greet
Designer, Givenchy, it's on my feet
Diamonds dancing like they fell in the grease
I'm serving pedestrians, they on to me
Auntie jawlocked, she say it's that fishgrease
I'm serving pedestrians, they on to me
Heavyweight champion, they watching me
I do what I want with that Glock on me
Two gram Backwood, I'm smoking that broccoli
Taking chances like Monopoly
Doubled down Smith & Wesson with the Glock on me
Never catch me down bad 'cause I'm popping sh*t
Little n*gga better move with that robbing sh*t
MONY rag on me, n*gga, I'm mobbing sh*t
Posted in the hood, little n*gga robbing sh*t


[Verse 2: DrugRixh Pe$o]
Posted up in the hood, n*gga, I'm robbing sh*t
I only sip Hitech, I don't want that other sh*t
I'm DrugRixh, I don't want no project b*tch
Ain't no spitting that sh*t, make him hit a lick
I started a plug on my trapping sh*t
And I got it right here, ain't no shipping sh*t
Doubled down with that AK, the dirty stick
You better not run up if you think it's a lick
My chopper hold a hundred, bet I'll let it spit
Started from trapping, I gotta get rich
In love with them bricks, but I can't love a b*tch
She open her mouth, got them lollipop lips
She stuck on a Perc and she only want di*k
She a swoop, so I had to feed her to my clique
But you know ain't no loving and trusting no b*tch
And I'm DrugRixh, I'm the one who running this sh*t
[Chorus: DrugRixh Hect]
I get them bags in for the cheap
I come to do business, ain't no meet-and-greet
Designer, Givenchy, it's on my feet
Diamonds dancing like they fell in the grease
I'm serving pedestrians, they on to me
Auntie jawlocked, she say it's that fishgrease
I'm serving pedestrians, they on to me
Heavyweight champion, they watching me
I do what I want with that Glock on me
Two gram Backwood, I'm smoking that broccoli
Taking chances like Monopoly
Doubled down Smith & Wesson with the Glock on me
Never catch me down bad 'cause I'm popping sh*t
Little n*gga better move with that robbing sh*t
MONY rag on me, n*gga, I'm mobbing sh*t
Posted in the hood, little n*gga robbing sh*t

[Verse 3: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I get a pedicure for my feet
I get the mid for the dirt cheap
Gotta meet the plug out in AZ
In the bando with no heat or AC
Dog food, same color gravy
Send that little baby to Grady
Whip that dope like I'm stuck in slavery
You must don't know what happen to the last n*gga who tried to play me
Throw away the hoe, we don't save them
They wouldn't believe what I had in my savings
Ain't no n*gga, but the f*cking streets made me
I'll make it touch down like I'm Payton
Come blitzing for a sack, they take it
I go to Baltimore with the ravens
I'm in Givenchy, same color as the pavement
Don't come with that robbing, my n*gga, this sh*t ain't gravy
[Chorus: DrugRixh Hect]
I get them bags in for the cheap
I come to do business, ain't no meet-and-greet
Designer, Givenchy, it's on my feet
Diamonds dancing like they fell in the grease
I'm serving pedestrians, they on to me
Auntie jawlocked, she say it's that fishgrease
I'm serving pedestrians, they on to me
Heavyweight champion, they watching me
I do what I want with that Glock on me
Two gram Backwood, I'm smoking that broccoli
Taking chances like Monopoly
Doubled down Smith & Wesson with the Glock on me
Never catch me down bad 'cause I'm popping sh*t
Little n*gga better move with that robbing sh*t
MONY rag on me, n*gga, I'm mobbing sh*t
Posted in the hood, little n*gga robbing sh*t