ฟังเพลงBagg (Explicit)

Bagg - Young Dolph/Lil Yachty

I got the streets

I got the juice

I got the w**d I got the drank I got the coupe

I got the racks I got the trap I got the hoes

I got the strap I got the hitters

Stay out my way paper route business hey

I got the money first you get the money

I got the power then you get the power

We got the streets hey hey

Because they ours uh huh

I got the bag I got the swag I got the bag

'Bout to go spend a bag 'bout to go spend a bag

Go spend a bag 'bout to go spend a bag hey

What is that question you asked

What is in my bookbag

That's just a whole lot of cash

Or that's just a whole lot of swag

I just got back from England

I just made a million in three months

I just smoked an ounce in three blunts

I pour lean in my grape blue punch

I never had sh*t so I stunt flex

Half a million dollars worth of jewelry on while I'm havin' sex

Real street ni**a playin' with paper

So I do it for the streets f**k a hater

Yeah I threw the money on a stripper ho

But later on that night I f**ked a waiter

'Bout to go spend me a bag

I'm 'bout to go spend me a bag

I'm 'bout to go f**k on your b**ch

Take her overseas with me she in first class

I'm 'bout to go spend me a bag

I'm 'bout to go spend me a bag

Boy that's a whole lot of swag

Gucci timberlands with the matching rag

I got the streets

I got the juice

I got the w**d I got the drank I got the coupe

I got the racks I got the trap I got the hoes

I got the strap I got the hitters

Stay out my way paper route business hey

I got the money first you get the money

I got the power then you get the power

We got the streets hey hey

Because they ours uh huh

I got the bag I got the swag I got the bag

'Bout to go spend a bag 'bout to go spend a bag

Go spend a bag 'bout to go spend a bag hey

I got the the youth I got the benz

Was gon' cop bentley but then I got maybach

That boy ain't no soldier he act like pat sajak

A ni**a so fresh that I smell just like ajax

Ooh I got the bag

I got the swag in a box filled with tags

Show off my riches 'cause I came from rags

Jacksonville shawty my b**ch drive a jag

Ni**a run up on my soul he'll get dragged

I spend a whole lotta uzi scarf rap like I came from al qaeda

F**k the rap game I do not need no writers

I know the shooters and hang with the fighters

One kilo dab I pipe up more than rayu

Piper viper viper my bro keep a sniper

Pop pop at your top

F**k around and run it up like I'm guap

Ay never gon' stop

Lil boat take your worst day to the chop shop

Over there on the east block

He lives the thug life just like pac

I live the good life I'm the don

Young enough to be your mama's son

But some hire mama's sons

Still a ni**a signing f**k her older son

Shout out zaya got my neck and wrist on pawn

I got the streets

I got the juice

I got the w**d I got the drank I got the coupe

I got the racks I got the trap I got the hoes

I got the strap I got the hitters

Stay out my way paper route business hey

I got the money first you get the money

I got the power then you get the power

We got the streets hey hey

Because they ours uh huh

I got the bag I got the swag I got the bag

'Bout to go spend a bag 'bout to go spend a bag

Go spend a bag 'bout to go spend a bag hey

I pull up smokin' out the bag

I'm 'bout to go spend a bag

I count that money real fast

I wonder if that's her real a**

I'm on the e way doin' the dash

All this ice on me looking like glass

These b**ches look me like sh*t

In the trap I perfected my craft

Told you niggas I'm rise up

Told you niggas ain't seeing us

Lost a quarter million re'ing up

Niggas too slow ain't keeping up

Sipping on actavis

Drinking me a codeine daiquiri

Showed up late but fashionably

Every week is fashion week yeah

Need a bad b**ch that set it off like jada

I don't wanna f**k I want you to hold my sack I'll pay you

In pappadeaux eating alligator

My favorite app is a calculator

Yeah I think I might go spend me a bag today my ni**a

I got the streets

I got the juice

I got the w**d I got the drank I got the coupe

I got the racks I got the trap I got the hoes

I got the strap I got the hitters

Stay out my way paper route business hey

I got the money first you get the money

I got the power then you get the power

We got the streets hey hey

Because they ours uh huh

I got the bag I got the swag I got the bag

'Bout to go spend a bag 'bout to go spend a bag

Go spend a bag 'bout to go spend a bag hey