Bag 2The Future

Baby I ain't trynna spend the night
Shawty wanna fuck I ain't really her type
She crazy always trynna start a fight
chase a bag fuck feelings catch flights

And I fuck it up
And I fuck it up
And I fuck it up
And I fuck it up

New bussdown got a house on my wrist
Feel like tmac shoot I never miss
This a whole wave broke feelings in this bitch
Smoke in the air and it's hoes at the crib

Black airforce energy what it is
My dogs kill enemies in this bitch
Chew you out like pedigree in this bitch
You got two hoes I got three in this bitch

Made a song just to brag about it
She say that she love me got a bag up out it
Do I hate her am I mad about it?
Prolly not I just know that I got sad about it

And you know and you know I'm like my momma
I just shoot fucc it up I'm a runner
Scarface I feel like montana
Pop star I feel like montana

And I fuck it up
And I fuck it up
And I fuck it up
And I fuck it up
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And I fuck it up

Gucci print lowkey classy on the low
See the jacquemus and I drip to my toe
Don't worry bout these hoes
Keep the circle closed

You know how it go
This a wave swear to god y'all should know
Pussy good I hit once more
You know how it go

And I fuck it up
And I fuck it up
And I fuck it up
And I fuck it up
And I fuck it up
And I fuck it up
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And I fuck it up
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And I fuck it up
And I fuck it up
And I fuck it up



Credits
Writer(s): Ishaan Shrivastava
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