(Chorus)
I be trying to get a bag
Thought I’d get it yesterday
Get it just so I can brag
Put my haters in they place
I’ve been waiting way too long
I’m so tired of saving face
Keep my name up out your mouth
And get your feelings out the way
(Pre-Verse)
I need a card with all the perks
I need a car with all the works
My bitch need furs when she get cold
Add some commas to my worth
Cover all my neck in gold
Put my face on magazines
Put my dick in centrefolds
And put my ass on t.v. screens
(Verse 1)
Double back around cats, it’s sad they so average
Huddle your clan, make plans and get cracking
I don’t change clothes, bitch I change fashion
I don’t tip toe, bitch I’m tap dancing
Started piss poor, no cash advancements
But bitch I’m Bach like Yohan Sebastian
I’m in the cut still cut through the static
Titties be out, cameras straight flashing
Hoping to catch it, just so they can cash in
Put my name in your tabloids, carve my name in your tablets
Getting fly like I’m Elroy, don’t compare me no average
Catch me dressed in nice fabrics
Still I got a couple bad habits
So many late nights I’m feeling Like Gladys
Bitches its go go gadget
When I split your whole cabbage
(Chorus)
I be trying to get a bag
Thought I’d get it yesterday
Get it just so I can brag
Put my haters in they place
Too many kids today be lost
They be going through a phase
They buying shit to boast
Popping pills to cope
Sipping syrup with no pancakes
(Verse 2)
I’ve been trying to learn the ropes
Beat your team up on my own
Yeah I started picking locks
I guess some keys don’t open doors
I’ve been steady losing sleep
Smoking weed till I go broke
Bitch be yelling in my ear, telling me to steer
Oh no, another episode
Too all the old folks, yeah adios
Can’t cope, my dope straight audio
No rest, benchpress with the cardio
Stayed vexed, straight flex since a snotty nose
Same kid since the culdesac, I called the shots, I called your bluff I’m off the top, I’m off the ledge, I’m off the meds
Get your shit, get your fit, mafucka
Get your bitch and get your bags
(Chorus)
I be trying to get a bag
Thought I’d get it yesterday
Get it just so I can brag
Put my haters in they place
I’ve been waiting way too long
I’m so tired of saving face
Keep my name up out your mouth
And get your feelings out the fucking
BagBag was written by Gurdeep Gill.
BagBag was produced by G. Deep.