bags Lyrics

Bags, bags, bags, bags, bags,Bags,bags, bags, bags, bags

Bags, bags, bags, bags, bags

Got a bitch, she so with it, but she so conceited

Fan ass ho tryna knock me down, but I'm on my pivot

I'ma slime my way to the top, I'ma be the richest

If a nigga diss on jump out, he gon' catch these switches

She want me to be her man, but I'm tryna count these bands

She said, do you got a plan, I'm just doin' what I can

All I know is get these bands, she want me to be her man

Drop a bag up in Japan, I put bape all on her friend

Bags, bags, bags, bags,bags

We hit the store, we poppin' tags, tags, tags, tags

I'm double R, I'm livin' fast, fast, fast, fast

She fuck with me because I'm havin' racks, racks, racks

I smoke real za no grass, you play we on your ass

Them 223's go fast, fuck nigga don't got no cash

Can't beef with me, you poor

Gotta run the shit up, no joke

I've been at this shit since four

Ask pharaoh, yeah, he know

Better watch that back door

That boy don't want no war

Tryna crash out bout a hoe

When these racks on the floor

Gotta tell a young nigga get right

Mm-mm, I ain't tryna fight

Yeah, gen five on me by my side

Fuck nigga, you gon' die

Bags, bags, bags, bags, bags

We hit the store, we poppin' tags, tags, tags, tags

I'm double R, I'm livin' fast, fast, fast, fast

She fuck with me because I'm havin' racks, racks, racks

I'm just tryna count these bands

She want me to be her man

She say do you got a plan

I'm just doing what I can

I'm just tryna count these bands

She want me to be her man

Drop a bag up in japan I put bape all on her friend