Bags (Hector Vol. 1)

Lyrics

[Intro: DrugRixh Hect & DrugRixh Paco] DrugRixh Yeah, I get the bags in for the cheap [Chorus: DrugRixh Hect] I'm at the spot, yeah, we sell there Drug paraphernalia everywhere If you came from nothing, you wouldn't play fair Fully loaded, I be draped up How you the man and you ain't having no paper? Every day, I smoke exotic flavor I got this shit out of trap I ain't never asked a nigga for favors I know you ain't built for the streets You gon' drown what this shit get deep Got a hundred rounds, bitch, I'm playing for keeps Bands in the city, got them for the cheap I hopped out with Saint Laurent's on my feet I come and do business, ain't no meet and greet I'm your bitch's favorite rapper and trapper I got them bags in for the cheap [Verse 1: DrugRixh Paco] Watch how I drip on these niggas They say I get high like a pelican They say that my nigga the realest They say I'm a star 'Cause under that bullshit they talking, I swear that my nigga done hit And if it's a brawl I'll air that bitch out and them .223 bullets, you know you gon' feel it And out with the mob Run up my digits, if you want some money, my nigga, let's get it See, I got that sack On with some killing, my nigga, and we chop it up in the back You say that's a nine? Well, this a chopper, my nigga, yeah, we ride around with them MACs This just in I fucked around with [?] and spent that shit all around my neck We're riding in Hondas I got me some bricks and I'm finna cash out on the Vette [Chorus: DrugRixh Hect] I'm at the spot, yeah, we sell there Drug paraphernalia everywhere If you came from nothing, you wouldn't play fair Fully loaded, I be draped up How you the man and you ain't having no paper? Every day, I smoke exotic flavor I got this shit out of trap I ain't never asked a nigga for favors I know you ain't built for the streets You gon' drown what this shit get deep Got a hundred rounds, bitch, I'm playing for keeps Bands in the city, got them for the cheap I hopped out with Saint Laurent's on my feet I come and do business, ain't no meet and greet I'm your bitch's favorite rapper and trapper I got them bags in for the cheap [Verse 2: DrugRixh Hect] I get them bags for the cheap I'm supplying up the streets I took the top off the drop When I'm sliding through the streets And I walk around with knots Probably got your bitch with me [?] belt, the shoes was Fendi Every Glock around me extended You smoking 25, mine different Auto 45, real picky I'm in the street, I trap for real with it You're in the house or in the field with it You go against it, you're a victim I'ma send shots and let everybody feel them Sew up the block, I'ma put drugs in every building Everybody gon' be drug dealing [Chorus: DrugRixh Hect] I'm at the spot, yeah, we sell there Drug paraphernalia everywhere If you came from nothing, you wouldn't play fair Fully loaded, I be draped up How you the man and you ain't having no paper? Every day, I smoke exotic flavor I got this shit out of trap I ain't never asked a nigga for favors I know you ain't built for the streets You gon' drown what this shit get deep Got a hundred rounds, bitch, I'm playing for keeps Bands in the city, got them for the cheap I hopped out with Saint Laurent's on my feet I come and do business, ain't no meet and greet I'm your bitch's favorite rapper and trapper I got them bags in for the cheap