Bag
Lil Uzi Vert, Young Thug
Young Thug
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Funny, you can't turn me down I already know nobody don't got my back Yeah, yeah Bag, bag, bag, bag Stack, racks, racks, racks Black Mac, stay strapped Ooh, big racks Ooh, large stacks Bag, bag, bag, bag Stack, racks, racks, racks Black Mac, stay strapped Ooh, big racks Ooh, large stacks Ooh, boy you cappin', boy you cappin' Ooh, you ain't put nothing on the map Choppa on my lap Ooh, she like when I pop them tags Yeah, don't trip 'bout my tag, yeah Get my swag from my dad, yeah Hunnid bands in my bag 30 round in my mag F*ck niggas bit my swag, ayy I was just tryna walk past, yeah Put your lil bitch on a jet Dance on my dick with your lap, yeah Slide in the whip, drive fast Goin' way faster than dash Wanna race, boy, get dragged Bag, bag, bag, bag Stack, racks, racks, racks Black Mac, stay strapped Ooh, big racks Ooh, large stacks Bag, bag, bag, bag Stack, racks, racks, racks Black Mac, stay strapped Ooh, big racks Ooh, large stacks Ooh, boy you cappin', boy you cappin' Ooh, you ain't put nothing on the map Choppa on my lap Ooh, she like when I pop them tags Yeah, don't trip 'bout my tag, yeah Get my swag from my dad, yeah Hunnid bands in my bag 30 round in my mag F*ck niggas bit my swag, ayy I was just tryna walk past, yeah Put your lil bitch on a jet Dance on my dick with your lap, yeah Slide in the whip, drive fast Goin' way faster than dash Wanna race, boy, get dragged Talking too slick, get clapped Fucking your bitch, no fag So f*ck nigga better relax, 'cause everything I say facts I skate on a bitch like Vans Been wearing them shits since The Pack Ridin' 'round all black Mac Know I gotta watch my back Bag, bag, bag, bag Stack, racks, racks, racks Black Mac, stay strapped Ooh, big racks Ooh, large stacks Bag, bag, bag, bag Stack, racks, racks, racks Black Mac, stay strapped Ooh, big racks Ooh, large stacks Kick my one-two, yeah, ooh F*ck around, hunt you Kick shit, Kung Fu All my foreigns new Pourin' my Mountain Dew Diamonds from Cancun Twenty bitches at the Fountain Bleu Psychic clowns too Your diamonds got clouds, too Money talking loud, too Can't wait to embarrass you I was actin' like a bastard too I f*ck like midnight blues Three-hunnid for the big Bentley Coupe Uh, yeah Wrist on froze like "Ouch" Got a car in the house like a couch Been rich, your bitch can vouch, yeah Now bring your scout, yeah I put my dick in her mouth, yeah We was on your couch, yeah I put my nut on her comb, now you got a nut in your hair Chanel on her mannequin My flow means eleven I got me a wife, but I still live like a bachelor I told her we married But I'm never gon' marry her I married the money and karats I'm not tryna embarrass ya Bag, bag, bag, bag Stack racks, racks, racks Black Mac, stay strapped Ooh, big racks Ooh, large stacks Bag, bag, bag, bag Stack racks, racks, racks Black Mac, stay strapped Ooh, big racks Ooh, large stacks
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