[Intro: YNW Sakchaser & YNW Melly]
Yuh, yuh
Woah, woah, young n***a world
(Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy, that probably Tago)
(Lando on the track, so you know we 'bout to turn up)
Oh yeah (Stupid lil' bitch oh yeah, I wanna know bae)
Oh woah, oh woah

[Chorus: YNW Sakchaser]
Get in your bag lil' bitch, get in your bag lil' bitch
We gettin' our bag lil' bitch, you gettin' mad again
They gettin mad, lil' bitch, We in our bag lil' bitch
They gettin your bag, woah
N***a, know we fuckin'
Don't get your fendi crossed out
N***a know we rockin
N***a don't know what gang though
Fuck on your bitch, she a lame hoe
And girl you know that we blastin'
Young n***a world ay
Run up that seven, no ass though, ay, oh, ay
Run up that bag, ay, get in your bag, ay
Get in your bag, ay, get in your bag, ay

[Verse 1: YNW Sakchaser]
We got the toolie here
Yeah we fina raise the room
Ain't nobody playin' in here
My brother rave shoot
N***as don't know but, got a thing for you
I ain't worriеd bout a thing, I got boys prayin' for you
[?]
Young n***a world for life
We got em bitch stripеs
N***a ain't playing with us
Play no games with us
We on that bag for sure
[?]
Trigga run it up
[?]
Sakchaser go get the paper, slime, blatt, brazy
And he want no action with us
[?]
[Chorus: YNW Sakchaser]
Get in your bag lil' bitch, get in your bag lil' bitch
We gettin' our bag lil' bitch, you gettin' mad again
They gettin mad, lil' bitch, We in our bag lil' bitch
They gettin your bag, woah
N***a, know we fuckin'
Don't get your fendi crossed out
N***a know we rockin
N***a don't know what gang though
Fuck on your bitch, she a lame hoe
And girl you know that we blastin'
Young n***a world ay
Run up that seven, no ass though, ay, oh, ay
Run up that bag, ay, get in your bag, ay
Get in your bag, ay, get in your bag, ay

[Verse 2: YNW Juvy]
A bossman, I swear I'm feeling like a ross man
They talkin', man I know these bitches stalkin'
I'm flossin', yeah I know my chain glossin'
I'm saucin, you should see how much it cost man
They talkin' so tell them crackers get up off me
I'm speedin' plus I'm drinking so much lean, I'm freezin'
Yeah my watch got me freezin', she bleedin'
Plus I know some n***as bleedin, deceiving
Many bitches be deceiving, the hard way
I had to get that shit the smart way, fast way
Yeah I like my money fast paced, that way
Now tell a pussy n***a that way (Juvy)
[Chorus: YNW Sakchaser]
Get in your bag lil' bitch, get in your bag lil' bitch
We gettin' our bag lil' bitch, you gettin' mad again
They gettin mad, lil' bitch, We in our bag lil' bitch
They gettin your bag, woah
N***a, know we fuckin'
Don't get your fendi crossed out
N***a know we rockin
N***a don't know what gang though
Fuck on your bitch, she a lame hoe
And girl you know that we blastin'
Young n***a world ay
Run up that seven, no ass though, ay, oh, ay
Run up that bag, ay, get in your bag, ay
Get in your bag, ay, get in your bag, ay

[Verse 3: YNW Melly]
Run up that baggy, yeah, I gotta whole lotta’ cash
I left the motherfuckin’ foreign, I let the foreign swag
I got that foreign swag, I got expensive taste, huh
Bitch, watch, boy you stuck, this a expensive place, uh
We got a five bedroom condo, and these bitches shakin’ ass everywhere
I ain’t really use no condom, I’m just playin’ baby the phone
Fuckin’ yo’ bitch on the livin’ room boutta inside of the carpet
Fuck on the bitch, she super thick, built like a Barbie, oh, stop it
I’m Aladdin on the carpet, huh, I’m Aladdin on a barpet
Floatin’ in, fuck a Rarri’, I'm floatin, I'm rollin'
She suck my dick and now I’m golden (I am so golden)
I'ma switch the flow up, bitch ass n***a, I’m the same, I just grown up
I down grown, I grown, I growed up, and these hoes wanna fuck on ya
They really love the way that we up
Lil' bitch you know that this a young n***a world
And ask all my n***as, for real, know we really in the field
I swear to God that this shit be gettin’ real
I swear to God that this shit be gettin’
*Mumbling*
Ay