Trapped In My Bag 2

Lyrics

[Intro] (Fuck the fire, we got grease) (It's a Wayne beat) I've been in my bag since, what? Twenties, what's that? 2020? [?], come on I feel just like Grayson Allen, all these bucks on me (All these bucks) Can't believe you call that (Man, what?) Can't believe you call that drip, you looking so bummy Chilling out the way, gettin' head from a snow bunny Think you think I'm finna wrestle with you, I ain't seein' punk Ridin' with a foreign in the foreign, engine in the trunk We gon' score it every single time, ain't no need to punt All I wanna do is run it up, turn to Forest Gump High as hell, green on me, feel like Peter Pan Hit the bitch so good, she had to put it on her OnlyFans Why they still sleepin' on me like they took a Xan'? On the flight to Tokyo, it's a day until I land I just touched down like a wide reciever Unc' and [?] in the kitchen, he still got his beeper If she doin' somethin' new, it's 'cause I had to teach her (I did) Put that stick in his mouth like he got a fever Had to put him in the box, he like Little Caesars I can't let them know my moves, it's like fuck a blinker Bitch took her shoes off and put on some stinkers We gon' catch him lackin' like a episode on Cheaters Left the set and now I'm flock just like Aladdin I can't fuck that bitch 'cause who the fuck has it? All my bitches cold like a beauty pagent Make his money dissapear just like I know magic All you do is talk behind that screen, Vlad TV Feel like John Cena, niggas really can't see me In Kahoots with the owner, I don't need no ID No cap, countin' money really do excite me I was down bad, think I don't track like a Subway Surfer (Get it?) Bitch, you talkin' to the boss, I am not no worker I was in the bed with two friends, made 'em kiss each other (Mwah) All for the times that I had to suffer Strap my nuts on, I had to toughen up (I did) It's a lot of fun all up in my cup (Ahh) Baby, I'm the one, I'm never runner-up I just caught a play in LA, I feel like Cooper Kupp Thought that we was bros, but it feel like you hatin' on me, though Yeah, I'm lookin' bummy but I got some paper on me, though Sick I had to confiscate your bitch, now come and get your ho We finna pass her back and forth, baby, a give and go Still trapped in my bag, I ain't been out in a minute Shot clock cheese, before the night ended, you know I hit it Sick your money runnin' short, we call that a midget I don't teach taekwondo, so no, we can't kick it (Nope) [Outro] Bitch, ayy I don't teach tae- (Yeah) Can't kick it Real Shitty Boyz shit Bitch