Bag up

Put it on my tab
Bad hoe and she on my back
Designer drippin' off my back
Hit the store, [?]
Yeah my hoe so bad, and she copped a bag
Nigga, you was rockin' shit that everybody had
Everybody like the drip, they like "Where you cop that?"
I ain't payin' for this trip, turnstile, I'm hoppin' that
I ain't payin' for this pack, yeah bitch I'm robbin' that
And I'm finna hit a stain bitch, in a Range bitch, yeah I'm swervin in the rain, bitch
We be outside, nigga, on that gang shit
On that gang shit, 1c, that's my gang bitch
And she heard my tune and she calling me amazing
Hopped inside the foreign, drive it like we racin'
I be chillin', I ain't fuckin' with the chasin'
Ay, it's gon' comе to me, [?] it's gon come to me
Imma run thе bag up, imma run the bag up
I don't give a fuck, all these lil niggas mad bruh
Niggas mad, bruh, imma run and get the bag up