Bag lyrics

[Intro]
(I, census whatchu’ cookin’? Am the greatest)
(Kutsev on the beat)

[Chorus 1]
A n*gga in his bag man, go and chase the bag man
I ain’t worried ‘bout no b*tch (no b*tch)
Yeah I got racks and, man I stack cash
But I ain’t worried ‘bout no b*tch (no b*tch)
I’m with my boys, just turning up sh*t
Don’t got time for no b*tch (don’t got time for no b*tch)
Go and chase the bag man, n*gga in his bag, man
I ain’t worried ‘bout no b*tch (I ain’t worried ‘bout no b*tch)

[Verse 1]
I don’t need a b*tch, tryna’ f*ck up my grind
I’m always doin fine, aye
I’m out here, just living my life, man
Don’t gotta deal with sh*t, aye
You getting mad, cause I got your girl
All up on my di*k (aye, aye)
But I don’t want your b*tch, man, thats just sick
But I’ll still give the tip (give the tip)
Girl won’t quit, man, she wanna ride, man
All in my c*ckpit (c*ckpit)
Rather spend my time (aye) down with my jits (aye)
Trying out new outfits (Supreme, n*gga)
Every single day, make no mistakes
You know we getting lit (know we getting lit)
But still make time to stop the grind man
Just so I could hit (just so I could hit aye)