Bag lyrics

by

YNW Melly


[Intro: YNW Sakchaser & YNW Melly]
Yuh, yuh
Woah, woah, young n*gga world
(Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy, that probably Tago)
(Lando on the track, so you know we 'bout to turn up)
Oh yeah (Stupid lil' b*tch oh yeah, I wanna know bae)
Oh woah, oh woah

[Chorus: YNW Sakchaser]
Get in your bag lil' b*tch, get in your bag lil' b*tch
We gettin' our bag lil' b*tch, you gettin' mad again
They gettin mad, lil' b*tch, We in our bag lil' b*tch
They gettin your bag, woah
n*gga, know we f*ckin'
Don't get your fendi crossed out
n*gga know we rockin
n*gga don't know what gang though
f*ck on your b*tch, she a lame hoe
And girl you know that we blastin'
Young n*gga world ay
Run up that seven, no ass though, ay, oh, ay
Run up that bag, ay, get in your bag, ay
Get in your bag, ay, get in your bag, ay

[Verse 1: YNW Sakchaser]
We got the toolie here
Yeah we fina raise the room
Ain't nobody playin' in here
My brother rave shoot
n*ggas don't know but, got a thing for you
I ain't worriеd bout a thing, I got boys prayin' for you
[?]
Young n*gga world for life
We got em b*tch stripеs
n*gga ain't playing with us
Play no games with us
We on that bag for sure
[?]
Trigga run it up
[?]
Sakchaser go get the paper, slime, blatt, brazy
And he want no action with us
[?]
[Chorus: YNW Sakchaser]
Get in your bag lil' b*tch, get in your bag lil' b*tch
We gettin' our bag lil' b*tch, you gettin' mad again
They gettin mad, lil' b*tch, We in our bag lil' b*tch
They gettin your bag, woah
n*gga, know we f*ckin'
Don't get your fendi crossed out
n*gga know we rockin
n*gga don't know what gang though
f*ck on your b*tch, she a lame hoe
And girl you know that we blastin'
Young n*gga world ay
Run up that seven, no ass though, ay, oh, ay
Run up that bag, ay, get in your bag, ay
Get in your bag, ay, get in your bag, ay

[Verse 2: YNW Juvy]
A bossman, I swear I'm feeling like a ross man
They talkin', man I know these b*tches stalkin'
I'm flossin', yeah I know my chain glossin'
I'm saucin, you should see how much it cost man
They talkin' so tell them crackers get up off me
I'm speedin' plus I'm drinking so much lean, I'm freezin'
Yeah my watch got me freezin', she bleedin'
Plus I know some n*ggas bleedin, deceiving
Many b*tches be deceiving, the hard way
I had to get that sh*t the smart way, fast way
Yeah I like my money fast paced, that way
Now tell a pus*y n*gga that way (Juvy)
[Chorus: YNW Sakchaser]
Get in your bag lil' b*tch, get in your bag lil' b*tch
We gettin' our bag lil' b*tch, you gettin' mad again
They gettin mad, lil' b*tch, We in our bag lil' b*tch
They gettin your bag, woah
n*gga, know we f*ckin'
Don't get your fendi crossed out
n*gga know we rockin
n*gga don't know what gang though
f*ck on your b*tch, she a lame hoe
And girl you know that we blastin'
Young n*gga world ay
Run up that seven, no ass though, ay, oh, ay
Run up that bag, ay, get in your bag, ay
Get in your bag, ay, get in your bag, ay

[Verse 3: YNW Melly]
Run up that baggy, yeah, I gotta whole lotta’ cash
I left the motherf*ckin’ foreign, I let the foreign swag
I got that foreign swag, I got expensive taste, huh
b*tch, watch, boy you stuck, this a expensive place, uh
We got a five bedroom condo, and these b*tches shakin’ ass everywhere
I ain’t really use no condom, I’m just playin’ baby the phone
f*ckin’ yo’ b*tch on the livin’ room boutta inside of the carpet
f*ck on the b*tch, she super thick, built like a Barbie, oh, stop it
I’m Aladdin on the carpet, huh, I’m Aladdin on a barpet
Floatin’ in, f*ck a Rarri’, I'm floatin, I'm rollin'
She suck my di*k and now I’m golden (I am so golden)
I'ma switch the flow up, b*tch ass n*gga, I’m the same, I just grown up
I down grown, I grown, I growed up, and these hoes wanna f*ck on ya
They really love the way that we up
Lil' b*tch you know that this a young n*gga world
And ask all my n*ggas, for real, know we really in the field
I swear to God that this sh*t be gettin’ real
I swear to God that this sh*t be gettin’
*Mumbling*
Ay
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