Bag by Young Esco Lyrics
Intro:
Yeaa (uhh)
Uhh
This it right here
Uhh (Let’s Go)
Verse 1:
I’m just gettin to a bag
And you know it’s DB on the tag
Yeaa I’m drippin’ swag...
And my jeans ain’t gotta sag
Gettin to the guap can’t go out sad
All my bitches bad
She gon swallow ain’t no gag
I been wit my brothas ain’t no flaggin’
We just want the racks
Everyday yea we be stoned
Shinin’ on the hoodie ain’t no flash
And we do the dash
Sippin vodka out the glass
Blowin’ everyday we smokin gas
And we flippin packs
Runnin shit don’t need a pass
I’m a truant, I ain’t neva go to class
I ain’t wit the otha shit
So baby girl just throw that ass
??? and imma give you all I have
Trappin wit my brotha uhh
Cop an ounce, we goin’ half
We gon ball out on the shit we neva had
You know imma hustla’
Yeaa I get it from my dad
????
I know wе gon make it though
I ain’t worried bout’ the past
Yеa they say the real ones finish last
Sick of all the fake shit
All these pussy niggas trash
We gon smoke em, we gon light em like some hash
We gon dump em like some ash
We from the dirt it ain’t no grass
And I ???? like a rash
We just want the cash
Lot on my plate I’m finna smash
And I’m off the bean I’m finna crash
Shit been movin fast
But I’m focused on the task
I’ve been stackin, gotta hunnit in the stash
And my neck look like a splash
And my wrist look like a bath
I be workin wit my team, we like a staff
And we floatin like a raft
And we ball just the draft
And we goin up just like a graph (graph)
Outro
Yeaa (uhh)
Uhh
This it right here
Uhh (Let’s Go)
Verse 1:
I’m just gettin to a bag
And you know it’s DB on the tag
Yeaa I’m drippin’ swag...
And my jeans ain’t gotta sag
Gettin to the guap can’t go out sad
All my bitches bad
She gon swallow ain’t no gag
I been wit my brothas ain’t no flaggin’
We just want the racks
Everyday yea we be stoned
Shinin’ on the hoodie ain’t no flash
And we do the dash
Sippin vodka out the glass
Blowin’ everyday we smokin gas
And we flippin packs
Runnin shit don’t need a pass
I’m a truant, I ain’t neva go to class
I ain’t wit the otha shit
So baby girl just throw that ass
??? and imma give you all I have
Trappin wit my brotha uhh
Cop an ounce, we goin’ half
We gon ball out on the shit we neva had
You know imma hustla’
Yeaa I get it from my dad
????
I know wе gon make it though
I ain’t worried bout’ the past
Yеa they say the real ones finish last
Sick of all the fake shit
All these pussy niggas trash
We gon smoke em, we gon light em like some hash
We gon dump em like some ash
We from the dirt it ain’t no grass
And I ???? like a rash
We just want the cash
Lot on my plate I’m finna smash
And I’m off the bean I’m finna crash
Shit been movin fast
But I’m focused on the task
I’ve been stackin, gotta hunnit in the stash
And my neck look like a splash
And my wrist look like a bath
I be workin wit my team, we like a staff
And we floatin like a raft
And we ball just the draft
And we goin up just like a graph (graph)
Outro