Full Bag Lyrics
Can I call you Ben? (Are you leaving soon?)
Never too different (Are you leaving soon?)
Bye-bye
Back up, you’re too close to me (La-da-da)
I got a bag, full bag sitting next to me (La-da-da)
Can you blame me? Can you blame me? (La, la-da-da)
You got my mind, soul, spirit going craz-craz-craz-craz
Back up, you’re too close to me (La, da-da-da)
I got a full bag sitting next to me
Can you blame me? Can you blame me? (La, la-da-da)
You got my mind, soul, spirit going craz-craz-craz-craz
Put ’em in the trunk, get ’em real stuck
Bullets and blunt, guns in my bro’s car
I’m the plus one, plus two
Motherfuckers dress like Kung Fu
Run through in your neighborhood like— (Fuck you)
Fuck ’em all, hit the wall like I’m on Adderall
Everybody that I’m with got withdrawals
I turn a doll to a brat like a Brat doll
I put a log in her calf of the catalog
She put the kid first like Cudi
I can’t swim, lap with a guppy
I put baby in the sky, fly
Tell me, put the baby in the sky like
Tell a motherfucker tell me— baby in the sky like
Tell a motherfucker tell me—
Tell a motherfucker that I’m coming for the money
And the funny thing about the money is I’m funnier than money
Get the money, get it, fuck boy, tryna get there with some—
Back up, you’re too close to me (La, da-da-da)
I got a full bag sitting next to me (La, la-da-da)
Can you blame me? (Can you blame me?) Can you blame me? (Can you blame me?)
You got my mind, soul, spirit going craz-craz-craz-craz
Duffel, satchel, doesn’t matter
Tote a backpack, still gon’ pack ’em
Matchin’ luggage, heavy baggage
Me and my bitch so high fashion
Leather jacket mackin’, read the limit
Ho, this pass all-access
Say it once, my brother, back up, back up, back up, back up, back up
Jansport full of weapons, I’m collectin’, do you blame the kid?
I don’t need directions, do you see the shoes I’m steppin’ in?
Baddies playin’ mash and smash an ex, they like to pay respect
But I still miss my ex-bitch, kinda hope she still be checkin’ in like—
Sorry I locked up your bitch (Guantanamo)
“How did you lock up my bitch?” (A lotta dough)
“How did you get so damn rich?” I’m honor roll
“How do you even exist?” Bro, I don’t know
Fryin’ my dough like I’m inside the carnival
Yellow my wrist like I put on ‘Low Power Mode’
Sippin’ on chemicals, poison the particles
I’m leavin’ soon motherfuckin’ bitch, adios
Back up, you’re too close to me (La, la-da-da)
I got a full bag sitting next to me
Can you blame me? Can you blame me? (La, la-da-da)
You got my mind, soul, spirit going craz-craz-craz-craz (Ayy, ayy)
I move with the bag like a body in it
Run up too fast, I’ma not be kiddin’
Got a full sack like I’m not seen kiddin’
It’s a lot of blue racks like Na’vi tickets
Life a bitch and lately ain’t too pretty
Save your pity like a [?] in the city
The boy up next, something like a hickey
Y’all full send it like Mississippi
I got an eye on the guap but the eye gone blind by the Fetty
Somethin’ like Fetty
Air Force Ones outside all white like Betty
And my insides cold like Yeti
When I’m in the cut, I stand out like machete
She bouncin’ up on it, they bouncin’ back at me
I can’t count it up, while she count giving Becky
Baby, back up, back up, back up
Back up
