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rx hector - bags lyrics

[intro: drugrixh hect]
drugrixh
ain’t going back and forth with these niggas, 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 shit
little nigga better move with that robbing shit
mony rag on me, nigga, i’m mobbing shit
posted in the hood, little nigga robbing shit

[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 nigga, who stopping me?
i pull up on your block, quick draw, i’m popping shit
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

[verse 2: drugrixh pe$o]
posted up in the hood, nigga, i’m robbing shit
i only sip hitech, i don’t want that other shit
i’m drugrixh, i don’t want no project b-tch
ain’t no spitting that shit, make him hit a lick
i started a plug on my trapping shit
and i got it right here, ain’t no shipping shit
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 d-ck
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 shit

[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 nigga 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 nigga, 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 nigga, this shit ain’t gravy

- rx hector lyrics

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