Wassup Wit the Bag - Lar$$en, Ski Mask The Slump God, Jay Critch

Yuh!

Turn me up!

Esskeetit!

Ayy!

Fatboy Gang

JAMZ, turn me up

Yuh, yuh, yuh, ayy ayy

Like what?

Ayy, water!

Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, what?!

(Like what? Like what? Like what?)

Wassup with the bag, wassup with the bag, wassup with the bag?

Wassup with the bag, wassup with the bag, wassup with the bag?

Put gucci on tag, put gucci on tag, put gucci on tag

I know why they mad, I know why they mad

I know why they mad!

(Look at it, look at it, look at it)

What’s up with the bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag

What’s up with the bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag

Put gucci on tag, tag, tag, tag, tag, tag, tag, tag

I know why they mad, I know why they mad

I know why they mad, mad, mad, mad

Might fuck around and pull up, uh

Pull up in the coupe (skrr-skrr)

All black with the boot (yuh-yuh)

She wanna fuck?

Yeah, me too (brr-brr)

Diamonds so cold like achoo (brr)

Run up on me I’ma shoot, (huh) you

Smokin' that gas, going crazy

I’m going crazy, yeah I’m in the booth (yah-yah)

If you a snake, please do not say nothing to me

That bitch she act like she knew me?

My money stand tall, your shit like just Stewie

And generic, that’s that shit that I like

Nah, don’t stop at the lights

Pussy boy you a bitch, you just do it for likes

Wassup with the bag, wassup with the bag, wassup with the bag?

Wassup with the bag, wassup with the bag, wassup with the bag?

Put gucci on tag, put gucci on tag, put gucci on tag

I know why they mad, I know why they mad

I know why they mad!

(Look at it, look at it, look at it)

What’s up with the bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag

What’s up with the bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag

Put gucci on tag, tag, tag, tag, tag, tag, tag, tag

I know why they mad, I know why they mad

I know why they mad, mad, mad, mad

I’m doing the dash, get straight to the cash

I pick up the phone where the fuck is the bag

She calling my jack, I’m not with the traffic

Bitch I’m tryna smash, what’s up with that ass?

She say I’m the worst, diamonds they splash

She want a purse, throw her in the trash

My pockets might burst, full of the cash

Baller alert, I’m popping the tag

Check out my shirt, cost me a tag

Ya niggas dirt, you doing bad

I’m coming in first, y’all come in last

I’m done with the verse, send that shit back

Ice on me like the skate team

Now that bitch hate me

She see my diamonds in HD

I get the chicken with gravy

In the Mercedes, diamonds they biting like rabies

Yup, yup, mm

I know that pussy got scabies

I just stand out, uh

Suck on my dick, bite like rabies

Know that a nigga’s sauce wetter than barnacle

I just ate Mr. Krabs with some damn tartar sauce

I am not human, bitch I am a robot

Just like my name was Bionicle

Wassup with the bag, wassup with the bag, wassup with the bag?

Wassup with the bag, wassup with the bag, wassup with the bag?

Put gucci on tag, put gucci on tag, put gucci on tag

I know why they mad, I know why they mad

I know why they mad!

(Look at it, look at it, look at it)

What’s up with the bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag

What’s up with the bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag

Put gucci on tag, tag, tag, tag, tag, tag, tag, tag

I know why they mad, I know why they mad

I know why they mad, mad, mad, mad

Bitch!

Turn me up!