Lil Uzi Vert - Baging lyrics

Intro: Lil Uzi Vert} Funny, you can't turn me down I already know nobody don’t got my back Yeah, yeah {Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert} Bag, bag, bag, bag Stack, racks, racks, racks Black Mac, stay strapped Ooh, big racks Ooh, large stacks Bag, bag, bag, bag Stack, racks, racks, racks Black Mac, stay strapped Ooh, big racks Ooh, large stacks Ooh {Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert} Boy, you catta Boy, you catta Ooh, you ain't put nothing on the map Choppa on my lap Ooh, she like when I pop them tags Yeah, don't trip ’bout my tag, yeah Get my swag from my dad, yeah Hunnid bands in my bag 30 rounds in my mag fu*k ni**as bit my swag, ayy I was just tryna walk past, yeah Put your lil b*tch on a jet Then su*ked my dick in your lap, yeah Smile in the whip, drive fast Goin' way faster than the Dash Wanna race, boy, get dragged Talking too slick, get clapped fu*king your b*tch, no f*g So fu*k ni**a better relax 'cause everything I say facts Had to skate on a b*tch like Vans Been wearing these sh*ts since The Pack Ridin' 'round all black Mac Know I gotta watch my back {Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert} Bag, bag, bag, bag Stack, racks, racks, racks Black Mac, stay strapped Ooh, big racks Ooh, large stacks Bag, bag, bag, bag Stack, racks, racks, racks Black Mac, stay strapped Ooh, big racks Ooh, large stacks {Verse 2: Young Thug} Kick my one-two, yeah, ooh fu*k around, hunt you Kick sh*t, Kung Fu All my foreigns new Throwing my Mountain Dew Diamonds from Cancun Twenty b*tches at the fountain blue Psychic clowns, too Your diamonds got clouds, too Money talking loud, too Can't wait to embarrass you I was thuggin' like a ba*tard too I fu*k like midnight blues Three-hunnid for the big Bentley Coupe (Uh, yeah) Wrist on froze like "Ouch" Got a car in the house like a couch Been rich, your b*tch can vouch, yeah Now bring your scout, yeah I put my dick in her mouth, yeah We was on your couch, yeah I put my nut on her comb, now you got a nut in your hair Chanel on her panties My flow means eleven I got me a wife but, I still live like a bachelor I told her we married But I'm never ’gone marry her I married the money and karats I’m not tryna embarrass ya {Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert} Bag, bag, bag, bag Stack racks, racks, racks Black Mac, stay strapped Ooh, big racks Ooh, large stacks Bag, bag, bag, bag Stack racks, racks, racks Black Mac, stay strapped Ooh, big racks Ooh, large stacks