CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Bag
Hating on the low
Better not do that there no mo’
(3x)
Run me up a bag
Run me up a bag, yo
Whole lotta bands
Buss the rubber bands, yo
Don’t know what you saying
But your b*t*h a fan, yo
Hating on the low
Better not do that sh*t no mo
(x2)
I’m drippin clean sauce (drop)
B*t*h you know imma boss (huh)
I go and get the bag (huh)
Hop out the lam’ then splash (huh)
Oh, that’s why you mad (huh)
Cuz I’m having all these racks (huh)
Cuz I’m having all this cash (huh)
I’m drippin sauce with the splash (huh)
I f**k up ‘em b*t*hes in the trenches
I really rap in the trenches (yea)
Black ballin like we did it (huh)Been too hype in the city
We dippin’ and dabbin’We rappin’ and trappin’
Finesse these n***as out they check (huh)
Drippin’ the sauce on these b*t*hes goin’ ape sh*t
Cover yo’ neck
Hook:
Run me up a bag
Run me up a bag, yo
Whole lotta bands
Buss the rubber bands, yo
Don’t know what you saying
But your b*t*h a fan, yo
Hating on the low
Better not do that sh*t no mo
You better not do that no mo’
I’m probably on boulevard coolin with Los
I’m probably In-N-Out mobbin’ with woes
I’m in the noya boolin’ with my bro
Don’t care where I’m at boy you know how it goes
I keep that football like them pros
And I will not stop to the top imma go
They want me to drop but I’m like oh no
It’s time for me to go and run up a bag
It’s time for me to go and run up some cash
I want the Wraith, I’m in their face, I do the dash
Hook:
Run me up a bag
Run me up a bag, yo
Whole lotta bands
Buss the rubber bands, yo
Don’t know what you saying
But your b*t*h a fan, yo
Hating on the low
Better not do that sh*t no mo
Your b*t*h on me like my Instagram
Jewelry sick, call the ambulance
Remember I used to wear hand-me-downs
And I flew with the pack, ain’t no coming down
30 on me that b*t*h hangin’ out
If it not bout that check, I’m not hanging outI send that shooter to hangin’ out
Ride out the Sun with the kids til I’m bangin’ out
We kill sh*t, all my n***as drillin
Shock you on some hill sh*t
They say we hard to deal withI got my boots on
F**kin’ these hoes she old likeSee my two-toned
My n***a live in a group home, you know how we do when we get on
These guys get mad cuz they girl in my pictures
Either we messin or you know I’m gon’ diss you
Pour up the ak, got this drink in my system
You know they my killers
I f**k with you b*t*hes but look in the middle
Chew that up like a sausage McGriddle
I ring the hoes in you should call me official
Cool like a fan but the sun gon’ getcha
It’sa whole lotta a**, control all that a** yo
Got a pocket full of cash, let me throw a bag yo
And your b*t*h my biggest fan, watch her do our dance you
We be sauced up but drippin’, splash
We be on our dab like that
Hook:
(2x)
Run me up a bag
Run me up a bag, yo
Whole lotta bands
Buss the rubber bands, yo
Don’t know what you saying
But your b*t*h a fan, yo
Hating on the low
Better not do that sh*t no mo
Better not do that there no mo’
(3x)
Run me up a bag
Run me up a bag, yo
Whole lotta bands
Buss the rubber bands, yo
Don’t know what you saying
But your b*t*h a fan, yo
Hating on the low
Better not do that sh*t no mo
(x2)
I’m drippin clean sauce (drop)
B*t*h you know imma boss (huh)
I go and get the bag (huh)
Hop out the lam’ then splash (huh)
Oh, that’s why you mad (huh)
Cuz I’m having all these racks (huh)
Cuz I’m having all this cash (huh)
I’m drippin sauce with the splash (huh)
I f**k up ‘em b*t*hes in the trenches
I really rap in the trenches (yea)
Black ballin like we did it (huh)Been too hype in the city
We dippin’ and dabbin’We rappin’ and trappin’
Finesse these n***as out they check (huh)
Drippin’ the sauce on these b*t*hes goin’ ape sh*t
Cover yo’ neck
Hook:
Run me up a bag
Run me up a bag, yo
Whole lotta bands
Buss the rubber bands, yo
Don’t know what you saying
But your b*t*h a fan, yo
Hating on the low
Better not do that sh*t no mo
You better not do that no mo’
I’m probably on boulevard coolin with Los
I’m probably In-N-Out mobbin’ with woes
I’m in the noya boolin’ with my bro
Don’t care where I’m at boy you know how it goes
I keep that football like them pros
And I will not stop to the top imma go
They want me to drop but I’m like oh no
It’s time for me to go and run up a bag
It’s time for me to go and run up some cash
I want the Wraith, I’m in their face, I do the dash
Hook:
Run me up a bag
Run me up a bag, yo
Whole lotta bands
Buss the rubber bands, yo
Don’t know what you saying
But your b*t*h a fan, yo
Hating on the low
Better not do that sh*t no mo
Your b*t*h on me like my Instagram
Jewelry sick, call the ambulance
Remember I used to wear hand-me-downs
And I flew with the pack, ain’t no coming down
30 on me that b*t*h hangin’ out
If it not bout that check, I’m not hanging outI send that shooter to hangin’ out
Ride out the Sun with the kids til I’m bangin’ out
We kill sh*t, all my n***as drillin
Shock you on some hill sh*t
They say we hard to deal withI got my boots on
F**kin’ these hoes she old likeSee my two-toned
My n***a live in a group home, you know how we do when we get on
These guys get mad cuz they girl in my pictures
Either we messin or you know I’m gon’ diss you
Pour up the ak, got this drink in my system
You know they my killers
I f**k with you b*t*hes but look in the middle
Chew that up like a sausage McGriddle
I ring the hoes in you should call me official
Cool like a fan but the sun gon’ getcha
It’sa whole lotta a**, control all that a** yo
Got a pocket full of cash, let me throw a bag yo
And your b*t*h my biggest fan, watch her do our dance you
We be sauced up but drippin’, splash
We be on our dab like that
Hook:
(2x)
Run me up a bag
Run me up a bag, yo
Whole lotta bands
Buss the rubber bands, yo
Don’t know what you saying
But your b*t*h a fan, yo
Hating on the low
Better not do that sh*t no mo
