In My Bag (feat. Slime KD)

Devil keep knocking at my door
What the fuck you want
Ima let the nigga slide
My heart can't take no more
Junebug he told me to ride
I been here before
I got in my bag yea
I got in my bag
She say she aint tryna fuck
I told her I'll be right back
He say he want some smoke
Well shit we'll see bout that
Talkin all that gangsta shit
Bitch you better be about that
Cut his throat
No more oxygen
It aint have to be like dat
I rolling up
Fuck what you throwing up
I'll get your whole hood wacked
I just fucked a actress
Now that bitch don't even know how to act
I just fucked a actress
Now that bitch don't even know how to act
I aint dogging smoke
I aint dogging shit
But a SRT
I aint need a stick
To hit that lick on SRP
I aint cuffing shit
Unless I fuck her and she bleed
Come here

I got in my bag yea
I got in my bag
She say she aint tryna fuck
I told her I'll be right back
He say he want some smoke
Well shit we'll see bout that
Talkin all that gangsta shit
Bitch you better be about that
I got in my bag yea
I got in my bag
She say she aint tryna fuck
I told her I'll be right back
He say he want some smoke
Well shit we'll see bout that
Talkin all that gangsta shit
Bitch you better be about that

Talkin all that gangsta shit
Bitch you better be about that
Talkin all that gangsta shit
Bitch you better be about that
Talkin all that gangsta shit
Bitch you better be about that

See bout that
Told my nigga
We gone B bout dat
Told my bitch
I aint coming home
Until I see them rack
Matter fact
Let her slide wit me
She can push the cat
Baby harder than these pussy rats
And that's a known fact
Aint got no opps
All these niggas clowns
I'm at the bank
I don't see em around
10 Racks up early
Gotta make it count
Amiri on my fit
30 Poking out
Can't put your trust in niggas
They'll let you down
I went up on them niggas
Took the other route
I think about Jabrie
And tears start coming down
My only therapy
Is with that money counter
Conversation with bank
He keep telling me get money
Smoking zaza different strands
Everyday a different onion
Say how you dealing with the pain
Percocets and them blue hundreds
Hundred racks
Did that this summer
And I put that on my mama

I got in my bag yea
I got in my bag
She say she aint tryna fuck
I told her I'll be right back
He say he want some smoke
Well shit we'll see bout that
Talkin all that gangsta shit
Bitch you better be about that
I got in my bag yea
I got in my bag
She say she aint tryna fuck
I told her I'll be right back
He say he want some smoke
Well shit we'll see bout that
Talkin all that gangsta shit
Bitch you better be about that



Credits
Writer(s): Shayne Coleman
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