In My Bag

Lyrics

[Intro] My nigga Live drunk as hell [Verse 1: Cash Kidd] Aye Nobody want to bitch but yo lame ass Pussy good I came fast I hope she ain't mad Slide down yo block like the brakes bad Money on the flo I'm right on it like a name tag Run up in this bitch pay the rent Cuz this where he gon stay This where he go lay Tim Duncan I stay up in the bank Y'all niggas know how I'm cut Why would you even play Would say I paid a band for these But I ain't even pay Punched a suite Didn't even stay yo bitch a piece of cake By the time it bounce back I'm in a different state Nutted on yo baby face I feel like M.I.A Nigga fuck a beat I was tryna beat a case [Chorus] Bitch how much you gon charge to come reload my straps Yeah choppa hold a hundred So good luck with that If you pull up after 10 I hope you giving neck If I hit yo daughter Oh well, like Mr. Krabs Now I'm in my bag, now I'm in my bag Cut these niggas off Left em in my past Now I'm in my bag, now I'm in my bag Cut these bitches off now these bitches mad [Verse 2: Lavi'er] Whole gang strapped Cuz we know they plotting It's all eyes on us Cuz they know we got it Niggas swear they in the field I think they picking cotton Catch em like a Pokémon Turn they ass to Team Rocket Hoes treat you like you nothing Til you come up on a bitch Lost my nigga Rez And I just cut up wit my nigga My mans was talking crazy Til I cut up on that nigga G Money he a hitta He'll pull up on a nigga I been drinking so much liquor Tryna drown what's in my mental Pops a fugitive And I'm just praying they don't get him Money that's my brother You gon always see me wit em "Got that photo Want em off the map?" Put me on a mission I love all my hoes But I lie about my info I'm a freaky ass nigga Tell me you a nympho If you ain't tryna fuck Tell me what it hit fo I been getting to them bands I'm tryna beat it like a instro My ex told me that it's over I'm up next I told her Since I came from the bottom She caught my neck Like her shoulders My nigga let's celebrate I'm tryna sip something like Homer If some clowns act funny Fuck it you know we got them jokers Strapped up like we soldiers Pulling cards like poker Just got my C C dub But I keep it out that holster This car getting sprayed it bet not move any slower Whoever it is catch em on yo wall like a poster [Chorus] Bitch how much you gon charge to come reload my straps Yeah choppa hold a hundred So good luck with that If you pull up after 10 I hope you giving neck If I hit yo daughter Oh well, like Mr. Krabs Now I'm in my bag, now I'm in my bag Cut these niggas off Left em in my past Now I'm in my bag, now I'm in my bag Cut these bitches off now these bitches mad