Baggin’ lyrics

[Intro: Roddy Ricch]
(Mello made it right)

[Chorus]
God sat me down and told me, "Youngin', you the one"
Givenchy, Louis, BAPE, the only thing, I'm from the slums
White gold Presidential, maybe I should run
Still get 'em by the ton, sixty-five three times a month
Baggin', what you doin'? Baggin', baggin'
2020 McLaren, Moe got me thinkin' 'bout cashin'
b*tch, I'm a savage (Ho), Megan (Savage), nasty (Savage)
Heard I f*cked her friend, she keep callin' me a savage
She gon' suck it 'cause she nasty (Freak ho)
Once I f*ck her, I be laughin' (f*ck off)
We'll never meet again, only thing I eat is tens (Bad ho)
Baggin', what you doin'? Baggin', baggin'
Youngest of the MOB (I didn't know Marshmello could make a beat that hard, man)

[Verse 1]
After everything I gave, how you tell me I ain't sh*t?
All that money that I made, that was 'posed to keep us lit
You was out here suckin' di*k, I was tryna pay the (Rent)
I was tryna pay the, I was tryna pay the rent
Free my n*ggas from the 6, if not weed, then it's a brick
All my youngins takin' hits, fifteen hundred for the mix
Show you to make it ten, I get three, bro, from a gram
I know how to make it dance, twenty-two just for the pants
Ho, quit lying, b*tch, you a fan, if it's true, I want the head
I fell back on sellin' meds, I'm supposed to be with Tez
Facin' five years in the feds, ask me, am I though
Ask God, not at all, f*ck me, whole lotta cash
[Chorus]
God sat me down and told me, "Youngin', you the one"
Givenchy, Louis, BAPE, the only thing, I'm from the slums
White gold Presidential, maybe I should run
Still get 'em by the ton, sixty-five three times a month
Baggin', what you doin'? Baggin', baggin'
2020 McLaren, Moe got me thinkin' 'bout cashin'
b*tch, I'm a savage (Ho), Megan (Savage), nasty (Savage)
Heard I f*cked her friend, she keep callin' me a savage
She gon' suck it 'cause she nasty (Freak ho)
Once I f*ck her, I be laughin' (f*ck off)
We'll never meet again, only thing I eat is tens (Bad ho)
Baggin', what you doin'? Baggin', baggin'
Youngest of the MOB, R.I.P. my young n*gga Rob

[Verse 2]
Prolly throw a six, never a five, yeah, 4's
Tell the world get off my di*k
I get nervous when I get mentioned
Bro do four a week in Cinci
Could be five, but he too picky
Keep that fye, b*tch, don't get Ricky'd
Without my guys, feel like something missin'
Too many pride, f*cked too many b*tches
Moral of the story, I don't f*ck with you n*ggas
You tryna get fame, f*ck around, get painted
Proud of myself, I don't do no hangin'
Throw it up, n*gga, let 'em know what you claimin'
Big 4's, Big 4's
[Chorus]
God sat me down and told me, "Youngin', you the one"
Givenchy, Louis, BAPE, the only thing, I'm from the slums
White gold Presidential, maybe I should run
Still get 'em by the ton, sixty-five three times a month
Baggin', what you doin'? Baggin', baggin'
2020 McLaren, Moe got me thinkin' 'bout cashin'
b*tch, I'm a savage (Ho), Megan (Savage), nasty (Savage)
Heard I f*cked her friend, she keep callin' me a savage
She gon' suck it 'cause she nasty (Freak ho)
Once I f*ck her, I be laughin' (f*ck off)
We'll never meet again, only thing I eat is tens (Bad ho)
Baggin', what you doin'? Baggin', baggin'
Youngest of the MOB, R.I.P. my young n*gga Rob