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Rich The Kid x Blueface Type Beat "Bag" (Prod By Danny Phantom)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich The Kid
Rich The Kid
Vocals
Offset
Offset
Vocals
Big Sean
Big Sean
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kiari Cephus
Kiari Cephus
Songwriter
Tyler Williams
Tyler Williams
Songwriter
Dimitri Roger
Dimitri Roger
Songwriter
Sean Michael Anderson
Sean Michael Anderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
T-Minus
T-Minus
Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Davonne Knights
Davonne Knights
Engineer
Michael Dottin
Michael Dottin
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Two cups, two sluts (Two sluts)
Jump right in it like I'm playin' double dutch (Ooh)
Whippin' in that pot, I hit it uppercut (Wooh, wooh, wooh, wooh)
I put my drip up on a plate, she eat it up (Hey!)
Big body kit the Bentley truck, it's mounted up (Big body)
You can't buy me for no million, n***a, that ain't enough (That ain't enough)
Glad I only spent a dime to get your tummy tucked (Dime)
N***a done lost his fuckin' mind tryna beef with us (Lost his mind)
We run it up from the ground, n***a, don't sleep on us (Sleep)
LeBron James, 'member these n****s ain't equal with us (Yeah)
Bitch get hit in the bus
The bitch a Rot,' a mutt
Grippin' on my clutch
Watch that n***a, he sus'
Hard for me to trust (Oh, yeah)
I caught the Midas touch
(Wooh, wooh, wooh, wooh)
[Verse 2]
Bitch just seen a Millie, got the bubble guts (Millie)
Butterfly doors, gotta let 'em up
They takin' pictures, let me hold my Richie up
When I slide in, oh she ride it
Knock a n***a off quick with a light 10
Oh, she ride like a pro, get a new Benz
Off the jet to a check, that's a backend
I can't trip
I put Fendi on my slips
I got gang with me, you might wanna dip
I got plaques on plaques, Maybach way back
Drive 100, where my stash spot at
[Verse 3]
Chain frozen and I bought my bitch a Range Rover
Lambo' with no top, lil' bitch the game over
Brand new mansion spot, invite the gang over
We ain't soaked but baguette look like rain soakin'
[Verse 4]
Bands, order gin, jumping like double-dutch
You kissin' on them bitches, we gon' split 'em up
If you got a problem, go and speak it up (Go and speak it up)
Why you cappin' 'cause your money ain't big enough?
[Verse 5]
Yeah, had to cut the middle man, I ain't talking Malcolms
When you put the work in, just look at all the outcomes
When you blessed and favored, these n****s be like "How come?"
But we quick to fuck these n****s up like "Round one!"
I got no time for hissy fits, can't count on you, you counterfeit
It's just me, Offset, and Rich
When you lose and win it all, that's a feeling you'll never forget
Graveyard shifts, 'Tales from the Crypt'
See I'm the boss, don't call in sick
Look, it's just me and all my dogs and we riding like we lawless
She hit me with "Let's talk" shit
But bitch you might as well be talking to a fuckin' wall
Than to have a heart-to-heart with a n***a that's this heartless
Yeah I look exhausted, but that's just what it costs, shit
I still proceed with caution
'Cause I done seen some people have it all and then they lost it
Got a dime bitch ridin' with me even when she nauseous
Done made it through the fire, but I'm still that fuckin' raw, bitch
(Fuckin' right I'm that raw, bitch)
I go off, go in, go up, but never go back (Go)
I know we in a league of our own, bitch I'm pro-Black
Just hit a lick for my grandsons and I don't have sons
But that's how far I'm thinkin' ahead, bitch, and some
[Verse 6]
Two cups, two sluts (Two sluts)
Jump right in it like Iike I'm playin' double dutch (Ooh)
Whippin' in that pot, I hit it uppercut (Wooh, wooh, wooh, wooh)
I put my drip up on a plate, she eat it up (Hey!)
Big body kit the Bentley truck, it's mounted up (Big body)
You can't buy me for no million, n***a, that ain't enough (That ain't enough)
But I only spent a dime to get your tummy tucked (Dime)
N***a done lost his fuckin' mind tryna beef with us (Lost his mind)
Bands out the gym, jumpin' like double dutch (Bands, they jumpin')
You kissin' on the bitch and we gon' split 'em up (Lil' bitch)
If you got a problem, go and speak it up (Go and speak it up)
Why you capping? 'cause the money, it ain't big enough (Huh?)
Written by: Dimitri Rogers, Kiari Cephus, Sean Anderson, Tyler Williams
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