G'rabs & Yung King - Bag

Shorty want a bag, shorty want a bag, shorty want a bag
I can't give her that, no
I can't give her that, no
I can't give her that, no
Shorty want a bag, shorty want a bag
Shorty want a bag
I can't give her that, no
I can't give her that, no
I can't give her that, no
Shorty want a bag
Shorty want a bag
I can't give her that, no
I can't give her that, ya
This bitch a thot, met her in a parking lot, ya
Bitch sucked me up, bitch pour that lean up
Bitch I keep my D up, keep my fuckin D up
Kick my fuckin feet up, ya, with the seat up
I know I'm hot, these fuckers not, these fuckers cap
I be running laps, ya, I be in the trap
Fuckboys with the Snapback, Gucci backpack, push the boy back back
Then he get sad, you know I be bad, but I'm kinda glad
Waving slatt like it's my flag
Clapping sandy cheeks with my Krabby Patty meat, ya
My bitch on fleek, ya, that boy a geek, ya
Playing hide and seek, ya
With your bitch pussy, boy don't push me
Keep the snakes away unless they Gucci
I be gettin high like ya real loosely
Shorty want a bag, shorty want a bag, shorty want a bag
I can't give her that, no
I can't give her that, no
I can't give her that, no
Shorty want a bag, shorty want a bag
Shorty want a bag
I can't give her that, no
I can't give her that, no
I can't give her that, no
Shorty want a bag, (Yessir)
Shorty want a bag
I can't give her that, no
I can't give her that
Shorty want a bag, told her pack your bags
This ain't no charity, ain't go'n give you shit for free
If you want it I can give it, but you gotta suck this D
Metaphorically, I'm clapping cheeks like Dorothy clapped her feet
Girl you got me spending all these checks you cost a lot
Forever feel like 21 the Savage, not the shop
Remember spending nights with you we'd drive up to the spot
At the very top, staring at the stars through the drop top
Girl just stay with me, I like your company
Diamonds drippin on my shirt, that make an iced tea
You gave good brain just like cocaine, you fucked me mentally
I love you can't you see, comes before the letter D
I'm only taking W's before I catch some Z's
Ya I'm spittin facts no cap and all I do is trap
I really need some cash I'm saving money Mr. Krabs, (Yessir)
Shorty want a bag but you know I can't give her that, ya
Shorty want a bag, shorty want a bag, shorty want a bag
I can't give her that, no
I can't give her that, no
I can't give her that, no
Shorty want a bag, shorty want a bag
Shorty want a bag
I can't give her that, no
I can't give her that, no
I can't give her that, no
Shorty want a bag
Shorty want a bag
I can't give her that, no
I can't give her that, no

Written by:
Gabriel Pena, Ryan Wilford

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