Inna Bag (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd] Yeah, what bag I'm in? (It's with a K, dumbass) KrispyLife, oh, no, I fucked up Bitch [Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd] Better get your mans, or we gon' keep beefin' Young dog'll do my dirty work for a deep dish pizza If I fuck, I will not be leavin' If you text a nigga back, "Hey," I'ma think you cheatin' (Hey) [Verse 2: RMC Mike] ​iPhone user makin' rolls off the flippies I'm intoxicated, I just took her soul off the Remy She a dime bitch, but I'll never throw her ass a penny We all know Glocks ain't got no safety, but I got more straps than Jimmy [Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG] Told the hood I was comin' back in a Bentley Shit real, so we gotta take the chopstick in Beni's Drop two hundred out this bitch, got a Glock, Smith, the fifty I ain't tryna wrestle with nobody, I'll pop mе a nigga [Verse 4: KrispyLife Kidd] Clip shoot for seven days, so I'ma keep on squeezin' Call Mike, hе don't stay far, he close by Beecher Got an E on an important test and almost burned my teacher Hit a nigga on top his waves, and I left him dreamin' [Verse 5: RMC Mike] Knew we was gon' blow before it happened, I'm a visionary I was sellin' real ice cream next to Ben & Jerry's Ghetto Boy soldiers, bitch, we the new military That new FN pack more horses than an engine carry [Verse 6: Rio Da Yung OG] Just bought four Perc-10s from Chuck and a six from Barry Had to turn the flashlight on, it was gettin' scary Put the red beam on his head, I bet I hit his cherry Nigga, you ain't really from the Fifth, I sold a brick on Marry [Verse 7: KrispyLife Kidd] Ever got into it with a nigga with more money than you? I can tell that you broke, and you knew I knew On house arrest, I had no pops, so I did the juice Bitch suck my dick 'cause I'm fat and I'm kind of cute I seen five friends, and I'm claimin' two Gave Rio one and I'm savin' two Beat dog ass with brass knuckles and mace him too Mike smokin' zazas, and he facin' too [Verse 8: RMC Mike] My bitch made me rice with some fish that was pan fried Please approach me the right way, read the fan guide I'll drop a hundred out the chop until my hand tired Thirty racks for this plain-face Rollie, but the band diamond Bitch, and it match my chain Me and bro came up with a plan, we get racks the same Doggy ain't never shot shit, I got an active aim I prayed to God for a whole brick, then the package came [Interlude: Rio Da Yung OG] Man, y'all niggas out cold, bruh, y'all gon' let me go to sleep It's the next day, I gotta do my eight, alright [Verse 9: Rio Da Yung OG] He did a half-spin when I shot the fin, that's one-eighty Cash Kidd with the glass red, please pray I make it Got insurance on that pint, I'ma take it back and say I breaked it Oh, he just dropped another whip? I'ma finna make 'em paint it Don't talk to me 'bout broke shit, you gon' make me laugh Mike fucked my bitch without a Mag', it didn't make me mad Bitch, don't do that when we in traffic, you gon' make me crash Just bust a date with a young bitch that look like Stacey Dash [Interlude: KrispyLife Kidd & Lil Yachty] Man, we should've left that nigga sleep (Go) [Verse 10: Lil Yachty] My bitch caught an attitude cause my nails look better Fuck nigga mad I ain't try, my sales look better Threw the bitch in a pool, hope her pussy get wetter Forty-five hunnid rent dollars on Chrome Heart sweaters And I'll never wear it Five rings on a nigga hand like Brigetta Barrett I don't do crushed up stones, I like whole karats I can't talk around bad bitches, they just like parrots Repeating what they hear I could win a hundred million dollars, I wouldn't even cheer You can tell me any type of threat and I wouldn't have a fear Bro got a case on those guns, he walk with spears And let me tell you something You ain't got no seal on that pint, then you can't sell me nothing Bitch from last year hit my phone on a humble Talkin' 'bout her son birthday and it's comin' up Like I give a real fuck, big-eyed nigga ain't give me shit, so fuck is up? Old school Beamers on them tings and it's tuned up And it's tuned high Nigga ever snatch my chain, he gon' soon die