Bag Songtext

Shooters on me, [?] a ticket
My money taller than a midget (Hey)
I spin the block like a fidget
I'm busy runnin' up my digits
All of my jeans, they be Vivienne
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, I remember, yeah, I remember
Yеah, I remember, yеah, I remember
Yeah, I remember, yeah, I remember
Yeah, I remember, yeah, I remember (Ugh)
Hahaha, yeah, yeah, god

Yeah, whiplash
Hop in that Jag'
I'm finna crash, get me a bag
Bitch, I'm yo' dad
I can't go out bad
My bitch, she bad, hop in that boat
I'm finna go, I gotta go
I got your ho, she gave me throat Boy you a joke, put that boy on a float
Now that boy dead, he on a sled
My bitch go dumb, Eddy and Ed
I sip the lean, don't go to bed
He mad as fuck, 'cause I get bread
One in the chamber, one in the head
Yeah, you get what you get
Look at the difference, I get what I want
We not the same, 'cause I'm getting these bands
Wanted the best so I cut off my friends
I miss my ex, but my new bitch a ten
These niggas fake, boy, I see through the lens
He spinned the block, let him try it again
She cut me off, so I'm fuckin' her friend (Chop)
Lil Tecca, I did it again
I feel like Tecca, we take him for ransom
Oh, this your bitch? She be calling me handsome
Niggas be hating on me, they be randoms
Hop in the Ghost, my diamonds phantom
Call up the gang, call up the mandem
He want that bitch, I already have her
You can't kill me, that's the national anthem

Yeah, mhm
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
This is like the best EP you ever heard (Haha)

I get a bag, I get a bag
I get a bag, I get a bag
I get a bag, I get a bag (Hey, hey)
I get a bag, I get a bag then I flip it (Yeah)
Shooters on me, [?] a ticket
My money taller than a midget
I spin the block like a fidget
I'm busy runnin' up my digits
All of my jeans, they be Vivienne
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, I remember, yeah, I remember
Yeah, I remember, yeah, I remember
Yeah, I remember, yeah, I remember
Yeah, I remember, yeah, I remember (Ugh)
Hahaha, yeah, yeah, god

Haha, yeah