[Intro]

Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt

Yeah, grrra

Okay, yeah, yeah, okay

Hey, Wesley

Haha, okay

[Chorus]

I get a bag, I get a bag

I get a bag, I get a bag

I get a bag, I get a bag (Hey)

I get a bag, I get a bag then I flip it (Yeah)

Shooters over here, a ticket

My money taller than a midget (Hey)

I spin the block like a fidget

I'm busy runnin' up my digits

All of my jeans, they be Vivienne

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, I remember, yeah, I remеmber

Yeah, I remеmber, yeah, I remember

Yeah, I remember, yeah, I remember

Yeah, I remember, yeah, I remember (Ugh)

Hahaha, yeah, yeah, god

[Verse]

Yeah, whiplash

Hop in that Jag'

I'm finna crash, get me a bag

Bitch, I'm yo' dad

I can't go out bad

My bitch, she bad, hop in that boat

I'm finna go, I gotta go

I got your ho, she gave me throat

Boy you a joke, put that boy on a float

Now that boy dead, he on a sled

My bitch go dumb, Eddy and Ed

I sip the lean, don't go to bed

He mad as fuck, 'cause I get bread

One in the chamber, one in the head

Yeah, you get what you get

Look at the difference, I get what I want

We not the same, 'cause I'm getting these bands

Wanted the best so I cut off my friends

I miss my ex, but my new bitch a ten

These niggas fake, boy, I see through the lens

He spinned the block, let him try it again

She cut me off, so I'm fuckin' her friend (Chop)

Lil Tecca, I did it again

I feel like Tecca, we take him for ransom

Oh, this your bitch? She be calling me handsome

Niggas be hating on me, they be randoms

Hop in the Ghost, my diamonds phantom

Call up the gang, call up the mandem

He want that bitch, I already have her

You can't kill me, that's the national anthem

[Bridge]

Yeah, mhm

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

This is like the best EP you ever heard (Haha)

[Chorus]

I get a bag, I get a bag

I get a bag, I get a bag

I get a bag, I get a bag (Hey, hey)

I get a bag, I get a bag then I flip it (Yeah)

Shooters over here, a ticket

My money taller than a midget

I spin the block like a fidget

I'm busy runnin' up my digits

All of my jeans, they be Vivienne

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, I remember, yeah, I remember

Yeah, I remember, yeah, I remember

Yeah, I remember, yeah, I remember

Yeah, I remember, yeah, I remember (Ugh)

Hahaha, yeah, yeah, god

[Outro]

Haha, yeah