In My Bag

Yeah

I'm in my bag, in my bag, yeah

It's YL on Dem 808's

I get cash and pop tags, and I stuff racks in my bag, yeah

Brand new Jag, it go fast, and I might just blow past, yeah

Suit your scab and these craps, throw that shit on my tab, yeah

These haters mad, they on Act,

don't get in my feelings, I get in my bag, yeah

I'm in my bag, in my bag, I'm in my bag, in my bag, yeah

I'm in my bag, in my bag, I'm in my bag, in my bag, yeah

Brand new Jag, it go fast, and I might just blow past, yeah

These haters mad, they on Act,

don't get in my feelings, I get in my bag, yeah

I swear to God I cannot get in my feelings

Jumped out a Porsche and go run to them digits

Nigga I'm tryna come up on a milly

I am a general, sergeant, lieutenant

I run the people, I fuck with they winnin'

All of my niggas, they hustle and go get it

Mastered the art of my P's, it's exquisite

These diamonds is splendid, these rocks are tremendous

I cannot let up, no pressure, ain't finished

I'ma set the record straight like I'm Guinness

The judge tryna label a nigga a menace

But I am not Dennis but nigga I'm with it

My Gucci loafers, I ain't served in a penny

I used to serve them folks up in the mission

I used to know that nigga, heard that he snitchin'

Say you's a broke boy, you are not gettin' it

My cars on Offset, your bitch, her mouth wet

Break her back down and kick her out, yeah

Bitch I'm 'bout that, you not 'bout shit

He just all talk, he just got stretched

Not gon' fuck 'round, I want all neck

Work that head first then them balls next

Bitch I ball hard, I hit all net

If I ain't bossed up then what you call that?

I get cash and pop tags, and I stuff racks in my bag, yeah

Brand new Jag, it go fast, and I might just blow past, yeah

Suit your scab and these craps, throw that shit on my tab, yeah

These haters mad, they on Act,

don't get in my feelings, I get in my bag, yeah

I'm in my bag, in my bag, I'm in my bag, in my bag, yeah

I'm in my bag, in my bag, I'm in my bag, in my bag, yeah

Brand new Jag, it go fast, and I might just blow past, yeah

These haters mad, they on Act,

don't get in my feelings, I get in my bag, yeah

These haters on Act, in my bag like a crook

Swervin' my Jag, do the dash, made 'em look

I show my ass, got 'em mad, got 'em shook

Whippin' the crack, you would swear I'm a crook

Nigga just chopped up the work like a deli

Talkin' on my show, I pop at your heli

Chop up the rocks in my watch is so heavy

Shout out pimp block, hit my drop, leave it smelly

Hit all my feelings like Pac Makavelli

Get him up, I turn him, he is not ready

Seal him up, I sip that lean to my belly

He is not really, no he is so scary

My BM like Broner, I am a stoner

I smoke you niggas just like marijuana

I got too heated just like I'm a sauna

You niggas is pussy, can't smell the aroma

Talkin' like bitches, say hi like y'all Jonas

I cannot give up, say I am too hungry

I'm at the top and this bitch is not lonely

Bitch say I'm a dog so I'ma go bone her

She like that pound so I'ma go longer

I don't eat ass, say you got the wrong one

She gon' scream look, the fuck 'cause I'm on her

I'ma be down, the fuck is you runnin'?

I get cash and pop tags, and I stuff racks in my bag, yeah

Brand new Jag, it go fast, and I might just blow past, yeah

Suit your scab and these craps, throw that shit on my tab, yeah

These haters mad, they on Act,

don't get in my feelings, I get in my bag, yeah

I'm in my bag, in my bag, I'm in my bag, in my bag, yeah

I'm in my bag, in my bag, I'm in my bag, in my bag, yeah

Brand new Jag, it go fast, and I might just blow past, yeah

These haters mad, they on Act,

don't get in my feelings, I get in my bag, yeah