In My Bag
I'm in my bag bag bag bag bag bag
I'm in my bag bag bag bag bag bag
You was talking bout who
What you was gone do
You and your crew don't want None of the smoke cuz we act a Fool
I'm in my bag
Got bitches upset
Travel to city to city
These weird bitches not in my Plans
I'm bout to take it off
RIP my nigga Takeoff
Guess you listened when I hit
You up
Now it's up and I'm bout
To take off
It's time to roll it up
Don't put it out nigga smoke it
Up
Gotta smoke it by the pound
That's cuz it's crazy how the
World is setup
I'm on my demon again
If you crossed me
Don't call me your friend
All of these niggas and bitches
Fell off
If you hit it I bet you won't hit
It again
I'm in my bag bag bag bag bag
Bag
I'm in my bag bag bag bag bag
Bag
You was talking bout who
What you was gone do
You and your crew don't want None of the smoke
Cuz we act a fool
Do you got beef is there a Problem
Like a math teacher I'll solve em
I got some hittas that ride for me
They some killas like piranhas
Yea we gone add it up
Bitches be looking you mad or
What
Catch me riding alone
With my pink pistol and some
Cannabis
Bad bitch check mark that
Got money check mark that
Own shit check mark that
Got credit cards check mark that
Most of the time I be chillin
Hoe I'm a vibe and you feel it
If she said I said something
I said that and I meant it
I'm in my bag bag bag bag bag Bag
I'm in my bag bag bag bag bag Bag
You was talking bout who
What you was gone do
You and your crew don't want
None of the smoke
Cuz we act a fool
I'm in my bag bag bag bag bag bag
You was talking bout who
What you was gone do
You and your crew don't want None of the smoke cuz we act a Fool
I'm in my bag
Got bitches upset
Travel to city to city
These weird bitches not in my Plans
I'm bout to take it off
RIP my nigga Takeoff
Guess you listened when I hit
You up
Now it's up and I'm bout
To take off
It's time to roll it up
Don't put it out nigga smoke it
Up
Gotta smoke it by the pound
That's cuz it's crazy how the
World is setup
I'm on my demon again
If you crossed me
Don't call me your friend
All of these niggas and bitches
Fell off
If you hit it I bet you won't hit
It again
I'm in my bag bag bag bag bag
Bag
I'm in my bag bag bag bag bag
Bag
You was talking bout who
What you was gone do
You and your crew don't want None of the smoke
Cuz we act a fool
Do you got beef is there a Problem
Like a math teacher I'll solve em
I got some hittas that ride for me
They some killas like piranhas
Yea we gone add it up
Bitches be looking you mad or
What
Catch me riding alone
With my pink pistol and some
Cannabis
Bad bitch check mark that
Got money check mark that
Own shit check mark that
Got credit cards check mark that
Most of the time I be chillin
Hoe I'm a vibe and you feel it
If she said I said something
I said that and I meant it
I'm in my bag bag bag bag bag Bag
I'm in my bag bag bag bag bag Bag
You was talking bout who
What you was gone do
You and your crew don't want
None of the smoke
Cuz we act a fool
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Writer(s): Toni Williams
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