Bag BagDaBaby & Jayway Sosa

[Intro: DaBaby & Jayway Sosa]
Oh, yeah (Yeah)
Hey
Oh, man
DaBaby
Firzt on the track
(Woo, Sosa)

[Chorus: Jayway Sosa & DaBaby]
Big racks (Yeah), boss up (Boss up), baller (Mm), cross up (Cross up)
These bad hoes all gettin' slayed (Yeah)
These bad hoes all gettin' slayed (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Had to pull up on her with the bag bag, the bag bag, bag bag
Had to pull up on her with the bag bag
Hoppin' out, I got
Big racks, boss up (Ayy), baller (Yeah), cross up (Cross up)
These bad hoes all gettin' slayed (Ayy)
These bad hoes all gettin' slayed
Yeah, yeah
Had to pull up on her with the bag bag, the bag bag (Yeah, yeah)
Had to pull up on her with the bag bag

[Verse 1: DaBaby & Jayway Sosa]
I'm jumping out mix-match, big racks
LOL, I got the last laugh
Bitch act like she wan' know my whole past
Yeah, we hittin' licks, split it right down the middle
They run up on me, tell 'em, "Back, back"
Got a whole lotta enemies, I keep a pistol
That's a rubber band 'round the dirty cash
Nigga run up on me, bet he gon' get his issue
And tell him can get his bitch back
Got her, bent her over eatin' gum I done give her
I won't call her back, I won't even reconsider
I got too much paper on me, baby, I'm trippin'
Count up the check, I'ma hop out official
Yeah, I know she love me, gotta act like I miss her
Even though I'm on another wave now
We back at the table to top off the skrilla
Hoppin' out I got

[Chorus: Jayway Sosa & DaBaby]
Big racks (Yeah), boss up (Boss up), baller (Mm), cross up (Cross up)
These bad hoes all gettin' slayed (Yeah)
These bad hoes all gettin' slayed (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Had to pull up on her with the bag bag, the bag bag, bag bag
Had to pull up on her with the bag bag
Hoppin' out, I got
Big racks, boss up (Ayy), baller (Yeah), cross up (Cross up)
These bad hoes all gettin' slayed (Ayy)
These bad hoes all gettin' slayed
Yeah, yeah
Had to pull up on her with the bag bag, the bag bag (Yeah, yeah)
Had to pull up on her with the bag bag

[Verse 2: DaBaby & Jayway Sosa]
Celebration, celebration (For real)
I took your bitch I want a trophy
I'm never chasin', never chasin' (Ayy)
When you got the bag they bust it open (For real)
Saw me swaggin', now it's over (Ayy)
Hate to say I told you but I told you (Yeah)
Woulda thought they had me under pressure
I'm never my losing my composure (Hey, nah)
You ain't gotta like it but you gon' respect it
Got some racks out the air for the time I invest it (Ayy)
Pull up with big B's, I hop out that beamer (Skrr, skrr)
My life just needed a little correction
Whole time I don't want no favors
And in my position put in no effort
Can't trust these hoes, no, they all reckless
I was down bad, we took up the level
Bitch, now I got

[Chorus: Jayway Sosa & DaBaby]
Big racks (Yeah), boss up (Boss up), baller (Mm), cross up (Cross up)
These bad hoes all gettin' slayed (Yeah)
These bad hoes all gettin' slayed (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Had to pull up on her with the bag bag, the bag bag, bag bag
Had to pull up on her with the bag bag
Hoppin' out, I got
Big racks, boss up (Ayy), baller (Yeah), cross up (Cross up)
These bad hoes all gettin' slayed (Ayy)
These bad hoes all gettin' slayed
Yeah, yeah
Had to pull up on her with the bag bag, the bag bag (Yeah, yeah)
Had to pull up on her with the bag bag (Pull up)