Bag (feat. Bonfice)
Don't ask where I got my bag
When I go my pop tags on go
And shawty got so much ass
She don't even got no legs no more
Said don't ride with a stick
So Imma ride with a pole on low
Ask what I spent on the kicks
Man I forgot
Don't keep track no more
Bag bag bag
I chase it
Still run it up
Cause I know how to make it
Ass ass ass
She shake it
She keep it going
She know I embrace it
Lights turn em' down
In the room in the basement
They tryna copy
Can't follow the cadence
Told em' to watch me
They doing out dated
Same ones who dapping
Same ones who be hating, faking
Why I be loving the money I'm chasing
I'm in my bag cause my business amazing
Kodak I'm bopping
These lanes I be changing
Moments of talking
These rappers be playing
I just be vibing
Forget what I'm saying
Pilot I'm climbing
No crops I be spraying
Still in my bag
I be blessed
I ain't praying
Ya I be back in the field
Like I'm Payton
Fuck what they saying
Man there's no debating
I'm Changing the lanes
What I'm whipping amazing
This no occasion
I get to the money
Religious like Satan
Bags in the Porsche
That be a cayman
My girl from the island
The seas I been saying
Making the peace
Everywhere I be gaining
Money be piling
The bags we been weighing
Don't ask where I got my bag
When I go my pop tags on go
And shawty got so much ass
She don't even got no legs no more
Said don't ride with a stick
So Imma ride with a pole on low
Ask what I spent on the kicks
Man I forgot
Don't keep track no more
I got my money up
She trying to fuck me now
She think I'm ducking her
We never want the clout
These niggas falling out
Pull up the weed so I'm rolling now
She got that ass so I'm clapping that
Ducking no beef they can't call me out
Shut down the scene they can't mess with us
Came a long way they can't mess with us
Look at his drip, how he flexing that?
Talking my shit I can back it up
I'm in my lane I can't crash it now
Play with her pussy I don't play with guys
We put em on a wave they surf
Dick in her stomach she making sounds
They dreaming of catching up
How can I lose I ain't starving now
I drip they mop it up
I'm really the voice of the fucking town
No math I'm solving that
A Glock in my jean
Bet I'm busting back
TDeniro just sent a verse
I told him I got him let's get the bag
Don't ask where I got my bag
When I go my pop tags on go
And shawty got so much ass
She don't even got no legs no more
Said don't ride with a stick
So Imma ride with a pole on low
Ask what I spent on the kicks
Man I forgot
Don't keep track no more
When I go my pop tags on go
And shawty got so much ass
She don't even got no legs no more
Said don't ride with a stick
So Imma ride with a pole on low
Ask what I spent on the kicks
Man I forgot
Don't keep track no more
Bag bag bag
I chase it
Still run it up
Cause I know how to make it
Ass ass ass
She shake it
She keep it going
She know I embrace it
Lights turn em' down
In the room in the basement
They tryna copy
Can't follow the cadence
Told em' to watch me
They doing out dated
Same ones who dapping
Same ones who be hating, faking
Why I be loving the money I'm chasing
I'm in my bag cause my business amazing
Kodak I'm bopping
These lanes I be changing
Moments of talking
These rappers be playing
I just be vibing
Forget what I'm saying
Pilot I'm climbing
No crops I be spraying
Still in my bag
I be blessed
I ain't praying
Ya I be back in the field
Like I'm Payton
Fuck what they saying
Man there's no debating
I'm Changing the lanes
What I'm whipping amazing
This no occasion
I get to the money
Religious like Satan
Bags in the Porsche
That be a cayman
My girl from the island
The seas I been saying
Making the peace
Everywhere I be gaining
Money be piling
The bags we been weighing
Don't ask where I got my bag
When I go my pop tags on go
And shawty got so much ass
She don't even got no legs no more
Said don't ride with a stick
So Imma ride with a pole on low
Ask what I spent on the kicks
Man I forgot
Don't keep track no more
I got my money up
She trying to fuck me now
She think I'm ducking her
We never want the clout
These niggas falling out
Pull up the weed so I'm rolling now
She got that ass so I'm clapping that
Ducking no beef they can't call me out
Shut down the scene they can't mess with us
Came a long way they can't mess with us
Look at his drip, how he flexing that?
Talking my shit I can back it up
I'm in my lane I can't crash it now
Play with her pussy I don't play with guys
We put em on a wave they surf
Dick in her stomach she making sounds
They dreaming of catching up
How can I lose I ain't starving now
I drip they mop it up
I'm really the voice of the fucking town
No math I'm solving that
A Glock in my jean
Bet I'm busting back
TDeniro just sent a verse
I told him I got him let's get the bag
Don't ask where I got my bag
When I go my pop tags on go
And shawty got so much ass
She don't even got no legs no more
Said don't ride with a stick
So Imma ride with a pole on low
Ask what I spent on the kicks
Man I forgot
Don't keep track no more
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Writer(s): Taylen Lang
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