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Bag chasin
Hip-Hop/Rap
Bag chasin was released on March 25, 2026 by dropoutclub music as a part of the album Goat In Love 2
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Release DateMarch 25, 2026
Labeldropoutclub music
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM83

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Emanuel Scott
Emanuel Scott
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Emanuel Scott
Emanuel Scott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Emanuel Scott
Emanuel Scott
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

These **** will sell their own soul for a scat, ****
I don't wanna hear all of that cappin' in your raps, ****
Yo, send them shots, you **** wasn't shootin' back, ****
All that gang bangin, ****, your raps gon' get a hat, ****, for real
****, chill, hell nah, I wanna crash out
Actin' like you tough, don't touch that flag, bring that rag out
Think it's Halloween, I told my ****, bring that mask out
Your bitch gon' leave with me, cause she know E, he brought that bag out
Turn up on these ****, I ain't did it in a minute
No, I pushed the start to dash, and the windows all tinted
Ignorin' videos, what you think you called Bennett, man
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, get off that corner before we spin it, damn
I ain't really gotta talk it, cause I live it, yeah
You be sayin' what you sayin, but it ain't givin, yeah
Slide on a **** like Usher, he got it bad
She say she want a **** like E, he got the bag
How a **** gon' be my big dog, I'm the realest **** I know
How you gon' say keep it street, and you don't play it how it go
My lil' partner spinnin' crazy, I can't even tell him no
They just lost two in a row, he just tryna up the score
Blowin' up my phone, ain't got no time for no ho
I been runnin' up a bag, I'm bout to run it up some more
**** talkin' like they crazy, but they do it on the low
If you really want some smoke, ****, put it on the floor
I been rackin, racin, bag chasin, anything you know
No way to sell it for the high, no way to get it for the low
We was shootin' two-two-threes, you **** was shootin' threes
You wanted to be like Kobe, we ain't in the same league
Gave my young boy the game, showed him how to peek the play
The streets made him a shooter, but he ain't in the NBA
Skied up when he ride, they ain't never seen his face
Them **** block-tapped out, but he gon' spin it anyway
I'ma send him your way, I might send him today
Send that boy on a ride, but it ain't fair when we play
I turn the boot to the trap, I'm cookin' like Bobby Flay
Y'all do this shit for a hobby, I do this shit every day, for real
Bag chasin, rag racin, bag chasin, rag racin
Run a check up, ****, pick your head up, ****
Watch how you talk to me, I get you wet up, ****
Written by: Emanuel Scott
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