Baddie

On my bag on this shit, Tru

We got 'em

Twirlin' with that shit, it ain't that sh

It's your brothers, hear me

Yay

I'm back in my bag, yay

I'm back in my bag, yay

I'm back in my bag, yay

I'm back in my bag, yay

We ain't gotta fuck with the plug now

I turn it up on the plug now

I'm on that drink, I'm on drugs now

We on that drink, we on drugs now

Brrt-brrt, count it all up, I run through it

Brrt-brrt, count it all up, I run through it yeah

When I met the girl, she were average

I turn that girl to a baddie

I turn that girl to a baddie

I turn that girl to a baddie

I turn that girl to a baddie, yo

I turn that girl to a baddie, yo

Your baby momma call me daddy, yo

Your baby momma make it nasty, yo

Aye

Got her whippin' out the lot

Who a **** she forgot, ooh-ooh

Went from drippin' on the block

To skinny dippin' off a yacht, ooh-ooh

Same cell as Pac

To a Richard Mille watch, ooh

Yeah, I'm back in my bag

Private jet, no lag

Smoke good, fuck good

Backwoods gold mags

I got a slit on my thumb

Your ex ain't shit, he a bum

I get it wet, make her cum

I am valid everywhere

He don't even get no love where he from

I'm the plug never run off

I'm back in my bag, yay

I'm back in my bag, yay

I'm back in my bag, yay

I'm back in my bag, yay

We ain't gotta fuck with the plug now

I turn it up on the plug now

I'm on that drink, I'm on drugs now

We on that drink, we on drugs now

Brrt-brrt, count it all up, I run through it

Brrt-brrt, count it all up, I run through it, yeah

When I met your girl she was average

I turn that girl to a baddie

I turn that girl to a baddie

I turn that girl to a baddie

You know damn well my drip ain't like these ****

You can't be treating me like that

You know damn well, keep a check on me

Don't make me have to go back in my bag

Don't let me get in that shit (That shit)

I'm off the shits, I'm in my bag and I'ma spend that shit (That shit)

I'll spend it on a **** bitch and run the ticket up (up)

Fuckin' on it, then I fuck them digits up (up)

Shorty know I'm him, I don't pretend

When I met her she was average

Turned her to a ten

I took her to playroom and on vacation

I'm countin' paper for insipiration

(Drip nation)

Drip, drip with a check on me

One chain, that's a flex on me

Bad bitch, finna check on her

More juice won't ever hurt

Diamonds so big, your finger gon' hurt

Surf make a **** float off earth, ha

Nah ain't know my grind

All they see is my shine

Fully low yeah, put it in drive and go, yeah

Money and war, yeah

We put a load in the floors, yeah

We get more, yeah

Ran out the room to hide it

It's hard to find it

She know the clue, the flyest

You know damn well my drip ain't like these ****

You can't be treating me like that

You know damn well, keep a check on me

Don't make me have to go back in my bag

I'm back in my bag, yay

I'm back in my bag, yay

I'm back in my bag, yay

We ain't gotta fuck with the plug now

I turn it up on the plug now

I'm on that drink, I'm on drugs now

We on that drink, we on drugs now

Brrt-brrt, count it all up, I run through it

Brrt-brrt, count it all up, I run through it, yeah

When I met your girl she was average

I turn that girl to a baddie

I turn that girl to a baddie

I turn that girl to a baddie