Bag Getters

[Chorus: SportVVS] Sippin' on prescriptions, so I might just lean on That ain't what I mean to say, I think that's the bean talk And she know I shoot for her, yeah, I know she do the same She hit me with a low-blow, now I call her Johnny Cage Now I know they mad now, run up and we run down ... [Verse: Yeat] Uh, we some bag getters, mmm (Yeah) We so different, we like aliens, we some critters, oh (Brrt-brr) They don't think the same as me, get cut out the picture, ho (Bitch) I just poured up 'Tech inside my cup, we sip out the pitcher now (A lot) This a brand new Audemar Piguet that sittin' on my wrist (Hey car) They used to hate all on the kid, now they ring my phone like the shit (What's up?) I got CC on my GG, smokin' gas, I feel like the shit (What up, what up?) I took a pee-pee on this beat-beat, yeah, I nearly took a shit (Pfft) You say we smoke [?], but I'm smoking on some ooh, raw Gelato, Biscotti, some Nerds, and some Muhas They say I can't do it, so I did, sayin', "Ooh, wow" She say that I flew around, but lil' bitch know she—, yeah