Bags (Hector Vol. 1)

[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