Bag 'Em Up
I be tryna tell y'all
Don't play with me
So if you sleep
Don't sleep too long
Always stay up out the way
But when it's up
I bags 'em up
Twenty-Five
Two degrees and
I'm still gettin' it
Took a "L"
The hardaway
But bitch I'm still winnin'
Think hard
Play smart
Everything is different
If I cut you off
You been hatin' from the beginning
And I can't fuck with that
How you Niggas even trust a rat
I don't want a friend
I want the bands
I want a hundred racks
I done seen a couple Bratz
But I ain't never heard of that
You know I'm the One
Not the two
Go to the curve with that
I don't care what you heard
Go and hear that shit again
My name be ringin' bells
Cause y'all hate to hear me win
It's my time
Goin' on
Bitch I'm hot
Need a fan
I just wanna shit on bitches
I ain't lookin' for revenge
Big Brat, Big Brat
Bitch don't call me Syd
Big ass, big ass
Might show a little skin
Big facts, big facts
I ain't got no friends
Bitch I did what I did
And it is what it is
Bag em up
All these bitches trash as fuck
Bitches screamin' smoke
But they be on that Asthma pump
I'm straight pressure
You ain't gotta gas me up
And I like to keep it cute
Don't make me put my lashes up
727 what I'm reppin'
Ain't no lettin' up
On every neck
Bitch I'm Steppin'
Silly hoes, Mad hoes
I don't pay 'em no attention
Bitches can't school me
'Cause I will never listen
Now I'm livin' large
Had to starve
It's my turn to eat
Sauced up
Came through drippin'
Just like Cardi B
Got 'em mad bitch
A bad bitch
Up outta St.Pete
Got 'em mad bitch
A bad bitch
Up outta St.Pete
I talks to the money
Don't talk to me
This some real boss shit
You ain't never seen
Baggin' bitches up
So gon' and keep that same energy
Get right
I'll kick a nigga to the left me
Back back
I know you bitches
Ain't gon step to me
Couple shots
I can't tell you
Where they sent from
I got em mad
Because I'm bad
They throwin' tantrums
They want the route
They want the way
They want the answers
Boss Bitch Shit
And this a bad bitch anthem
Bag 'em up
Bag 'em up
Bag 'em up
Bag 'em up
Bag 'em up
Bag 'em up
Bag 'em up
Bag 'em up
Bag 'em up
Bag 'em up
Bag 'em up
And it's fuck what you heard
Go and hear that shit again
My name be ringin' bells
'Cause y'all hate to hear me win
It's my time
Goin' on
Bitch I'm hot
Need a fan
I just wanna shit on bitches
I ain't lookin' for revenge
Yeah
And it's The Realest Brat
To you hoes
It's Brat season
I just had to start baggin these hoes up
Don't be mad at me
I don't make the rules
I'm The Trillest The Realest
Got you hoes in y'all feelins'
Don't play with me
So if you sleep
Don't sleep too long
Always stay up out the way
But when it's up
I bags 'em up
Twenty-Five
Two degrees and
I'm still gettin' it
Took a "L"
The hardaway
But bitch I'm still winnin'
Think hard
Play smart
Everything is different
If I cut you off
You been hatin' from the beginning
And I can't fuck with that
How you Niggas even trust a rat
I don't want a friend
I want the bands
I want a hundred racks
I done seen a couple Bratz
But I ain't never heard of that
You know I'm the One
Not the two
Go to the curve with that
I don't care what you heard
Go and hear that shit again
My name be ringin' bells
Cause y'all hate to hear me win
It's my time
Goin' on
Bitch I'm hot
Need a fan
I just wanna shit on bitches
I ain't lookin' for revenge
Big Brat, Big Brat
Bitch don't call me Syd
Big ass, big ass
Might show a little skin
Big facts, big facts
I ain't got no friends
Bitch I did what I did
And it is what it is
Bag em up
All these bitches trash as fuck
Bitches screamin' smoke
But they be on that Asthma pump
I'm straight pressure
You ain't gotta gas me up
And I like to keep it cute
Don't make me put my lashes up
727 what I'm reppin'
Ain't no lettin' up
On every neck
Bitch I'm Steppin'
Silly hoes, Mad hoes
I don't pay 'em no attention
Bitches can't school me
'Cause I will never listen
Now I'm livin' large
Had to starve
It's my turn to eat
Sauced up
Came through drippin'
Just like Cardi B
Got 'em mad bitch
A bad bitch
Up outta St.Pete
Got 'em mad bitch
A bad bitch
Up outta St.Pete
I talks to the money
Don't talk to me
This some real boss shit
You ain't never seen
Baggin' bitches up
So gon' and keep that same energy
Get right
I'll kick a nigga to the left me
Back back
I know you bitches
Ain't gon step to me
Couple shots
I can't tell you
Where they sent from
I got em mad
Because I'm bad
They throwin' tantrums
They want the route
They want the way
They want the answers
Boss Bitch Shit
And this a bad bitch anthem
Bag 'em up
Bag 'em up
Bag 'em up
Bag 'em up
Bag 'em up
Bag 'em up
Bag 'em up
Bag 'em up
Bag 'em up
Bag 'em up
Bag 'em up
And it's fuck what you heard
Go and hear that shit again
My name be ringin' bells
'Cause y'all hate to hear me win
It's my time
Goin' on
Bitch I'm hot
Need a fan
I just wanna shit on bitches
I ain't lookin' for revenge
Yeah
And it's The Realest Brat
To you hoes
It's Brat season
I just had to start baggin these hoes up
Don't be mad at me
I don't make the rules
I'm The Trillest The Realest
Got you hoes in y'all feelins'
Credits
Writer(s): Sydny Johnson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.