Текст песни Lar$$en - Wassup Wit the Bag (feat. Ski Mask the Slump God & Jay Critch)
Yuh! Turn me up!
Esskeet! Ayy!
Hahaha!
Fatboy Gang
JAMZ, turn me up
Yuh, yuh, yuh, ayy, ayy
Ayy, water!
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, what?
Wassup with the bag, wassup with the bag, wassup with the bag? (Ayyy!)
Wassup with the bag, wassup with the bag, wassup with the bag? (Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay)
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!
What's up with the bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag? (Heyy!)
What's up with the bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag?
Put Gucci on tag, tag, tag, tag, tag, tag, tag, tag (ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay)
I know why they mad, I know why they mad, I know why they mad, mad, mad, mad (ayyy!)
Might fuck around and pull up, uh
Pull up in the coupe (skrr, skrr)
All black with the boot (yuh, yuh)
She wan' fuck? Yeah, me too (brr, brr)
Diamonds so cold like achoo (brr)
Run up on me I'ma shoot (huh), you (tuh-tuh-tuh)
Smokin' that gas, goin' crazy
I'm goin' crazy, yeah I'm in the booth (yah, yah)
If you a snake (uh?)
Please do not say nothin' to me
That bitch, she act like she knew me?
My money stand tall, your shit just like Stewie
And generic, that's that I like (that's that shit that uh-huh)
Nah, don't stop at the lights
Pussy boy you a bitch, you just do it for likes (you just do it for likes)
Wassup with the bag, wassup with the bag, wassup with the bag? (Ayyy!)
Wassup with the bag, wassup with the bag, wassup with the bag? (Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay)
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!
What's up with the bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag? (Heyy!)
What's up with the bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag?
Put Gucci on tag, tag, tag, tag, tag, tag, tag, tag (ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay)
I know why they mad, I know why they mad, I know why they mad, mad, mad, mad (ayyy!)
I'm doin' 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 nigga dirt, you doin' bad
I'm comin' in first, y'all come in last
I'm done with the verse, send that shit back (I'm done with the verse)
Ice on me like the skate team
Now, that bitch hate me
She see my diamonds in HD (ayy)
I get the chicken with the gravy
In my Mercedes, diamonds they bitin' like rabies
Yup, yup, mm
I know that pussy got scabies
I just stand out, uh (oww)
Suck on my dick, bite like rabies
Know that a nigga 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? (Ayyy!)
Wassup with the bag, wassup with the bag, wassup with the bag? (Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay)
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!
What's up with the bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag? (Heyy!)
What's up with the bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag?
Put Gucci on tag, tag, tag, tag, tag, tag, tag, tag (ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay)
I know why they mad, I know why they mad, I know why they mad, mad, mad, mad (ayyy!)
Bitch!
Turn me up!
