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lil gnar & g herbo - got da sack lyrics

[intro: lil gnar]
(you say felds too hard)
gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
i need my motherf+ckin’ chain on right now
but i’m still chain gang (gang)

[chorus: lil gnar]
linebacker to the quarterback, b+tch, i got the sack
foenem pull up on him with the rocket, put the belt to ass (bah)
he been talkin’ spicy, knock the nachos out his fitted cap
raw dog assassin, hit your bit’ without no jimmy hat (ayy)
twelve comin’, i don’t even give no f+ck ’cause i got bail money
alabama brawl, i’m finna slam this folding chair on him (bah)
real f+cker, i pay for her hair ’cause i got jizz on it (boy)
real talker, i geeked up my ride, i slide, i road runner (skrrt)

[verse 1: lil gnar]
you can’t put your bros out with a bail, you ain’t no real boss
real talk, maybach double mg, i feel like rick ross (huh)
real wock’, two+thousand dollar in this soda, my n+gga, that’s real drop
on the block, three+thousand dollar in this fit, tell a bad b+tch, “check mе out” (check it out)
i got your b+tch and i talk like a pimp, i tell hеr, “come hop in this jag'” (hop in a jag’)
i used to walk to the store with some chips, now i be poppin’ a tag (poppin’ a tag)
christian dior with the vetement drip, know i be switchin’ the swag (the swag)
came to my crib and i p+ssed on a b+tch, but you still thinkin’ she bad
[chorus: lil gnar & g herbo]
linebacker to the quarterback, b+tch, i got the sack (got the sack)
foenem pull up on him with the rocket, put the belt to ass (bah, bah)
he been talkin’ spicy, knock the nachos out his fitted cap
raw dog assassin, hit your bit’ without no jimmy hat (come on)
twelve comin’, i don’t even give no f+ck ’cause i got bail money
alabama brawl, i’m finna slam this folding chair on him (sat down)
real f+cker, i pay for her hair ’cause i got jizz on it
real talker, i geeked up my ride, i slide, i road runner (ayy, ayy)

[verse 2: g herbo]
ayy, trackhawk, ‘fore i got used to mine, i crashed like three+four times (swerv’)
big swerv’, give a f+ck what i drive, as long as that b+tch go fast (skrrt)
gt leather seats smell like bp, hop in that b+tch, smoke gas (smoke gas)
over east, n0body wanna make us mad ’cause they know we gon’ get on they ass (you know that)
b+tch with me fine, but i know she ain’t mine
give her a dime ’cause i still know she bad
i’m well known for f+ckin’ off racks
walk in the club and they open my tab
i f+ck around, have gnar in the ‘raq
ar look like a guitar in his lap (grrt)
three, four cubans my starter pack
don’t take no pics, we’ll charge you for that

[chorus: lil gnar]
linebacker to the quarterback, b+tch, i got the sack (got the sack)
foenem pull up on him with the rocket, put the belt to ass (bah, bah)
he been talkin’ spicy, knock the nachos out his fitted cap
raw dog assassin, hit your bit’ without no jimmy hat (come on)
twelve comin’, i don’t even give no f+ck ’cause i got bail money
alabama brawl, i’m finna slam this folding chair on him (sat down)
real f+cker, i pay for her hair ’cause i got jizz on it
real talker, i geeked up my ride, i slide, i road runner (skrrt)

- lil gnar g herbo lyrics

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