Cash Kidd – Get The Bag Off Lyrics (feat. Mellyvsmell & Bagboy Dav)

[Intro: Bagboy Dav]
Yeah
Y’all niggas ain’t got no bag, man
(JK brazy)
I can’t keep this bag off of me

[Chorus: Bagboy Dav]
Get the bag off of me
Get the bag off of me
Ayy, get the bag off of me
Get the bag off of me
Ayy, bitch, we ballin’, your main bitch keep callin’
Now she on the road, she stuffin’ for me
On the road, rollin’
Ayy, bitch, we on the road, now we ballin’
Ayy, get the bag off of me
Ayy, get the bag off of me
Ayy, get the bag off of me
Ayy, get the bag off of me

[Verse 1: MellyVsMell]
I drove seventeen hours to that one town (I did that)
Soon as I touch, nigga, shit slow down (For real)
My name good, everybody knowin’ pape’ around
40 Glocks, TEC-9s, plus a Drac’ around (Big chop)
I call up twin, I bet he gon’ lay you down (Bam)
Chopper hit his whip, that nigga catchin’ fifty-six
I’m with the seven-four, they all swipin’, sellin’ blow (Woo)
VVSs in my chain got my neck froze
I learned how to mix, I’m hangin’ with Baby Sip (Baby Sip)
He showed me how to turn a half to a whole brick (For real)
Free Ghetto, that nigga in the federal
Turnt overnight, keep that bag in my schedule

[Chorus: Bagboy Dav]
Get the bag off of me
Get the bag off of me
Ayy, get the bag off of me
Get the bag off of me
Ayy, bitch, we ballin’, your main bitch keep callin’
Now she on the road, she stuffin’ for me

On the road, rollin’
Ayy, bitch, we on the road, now we ballin’
Ayy, get the bag off of me
Ayy, get the bag off of me
Ayy, get the bag off of me
Ayy, get the bag off of me, ayy

[Verse 2: Cash Kidd]
Boy hit his first bad bitch and he cuffed the shit out her
I was tired of that bitch before I f*cked the shit out her
Course my dawg waitin’ outside of the club with big chopper
Caught them niggas lackin’ and they all froze, Ben Wallace, ayy
Niggas know we poppin’, bitches know we got it
On the road, get that dog gone quicker than Coney Island, huh (Gone)
Light a nigga body up like I’m Photoshoppin’
Run up, put the piece to his head like I’m photo-bombing
If it make money, then my hands in the shit
Fifty on me, pockets thicker than a mannequin bitch
On my mama, I f*cked her and her friend with this dick
She a demon, two hand with the twist, told her

[Chorus: Bagboy Dav]
Get the bag off of me
Get the bag off of me
Ayy, get the bag off of me
Get the bag off of me
Ayy, bitch, we ballin’, your main bitch keep callin’
Now she on the road, she stuffin’ for me
On the road, rollin’
Ayy, bitch, we on the road, now we ballin’
Ayy, get the bag off of me
Ayy, get the bag off of me
Ayy, get the bag off of me
Ayy, get the bag off of me, ayy

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