In My Bag
Logy on the beat so it's a banger
Woo
Hey
Hey
Hey
Bitch I came a long way from the trap house
Shooting dice til a muh fucka crap out
Smoking sipping that wok til I pass out
Bout my business bitch I'm in my bag now
I just gotta check ima cash out
Cookin inside the booth like a crack house
They gon talk all that shit til I act out
Bout my business bitch I'm in my bag now
If you ain't bout money don't talk to me
Circle small only just a few rock with me
Bitch I play it smart nobody knocking me
Cuz I'm lonely if I commit robbery
Woah
Bitch I got my shit up
They kicked when I was down so now they see me and they Bitter
I'm bigger
Shining like some motherfucking glitter
Liquor
Hennessy be fucking up my liver
Aye
I came from slanging at the store
From the late winter nights in the cold
No excuses I'm after the dough
Heart cold feel I got no soul
Ca to the tx
Solid ass foo since playing out in recess
There ain't shit that I regret
If I get knocked on my ass ima reset
Bitch I came a long way from the trap house
Shooting dice til a muh fucka crap out
Smoking sipping that wok til I pass out
Bout my business bitch I'm in my bag now
I just gotta check ima cash out
Cookin inside the booth like a crack house
They gon talk all that shit til i act out
Bout my business bitch I'm in my bag now
I'm hot than a bitch when I come through
I handle shit ain't nobody I run to
Bitch I throw hands aint no guns that I jump too
Test me I'll fuck yo ass up like a drug use
Aw
I lay the smack down cuz I'm raw
But I was ten toes chin up standing up tall
Aw
I had my back gainst the wall
I had to bounce back cuz all men take a fall
I be riding solo like a trucker
I ain't playing I can bust yo shit up like a rubber
Run up
When I slid up all they did was stutter
Just get to know me first cuz ima fighter and a lover
Aye
Real pain when you look me in the face
Pray to god hope he hearing what I say
Aye
Fuck friends cuz I carry all my weight
Man I handle all my business I don't need 'em in the way
Yay
Yay
Bitch I came a long way from the trap house
Shooting dice til a muh fucka crap out
Smoking sipping that wok til I pass out
Bout my business bitch I'm in my bag now
I just gotta check ima cash out
Cookin inside the booth like a crack house
They gon talk all that shit til I act out
Bout my business bitch I'm in my bag now
Bitch I'm in my bag now
Aye aye
Woo
Hey
Hey
Hey
Bitch I came a long way from the trap house
Shooting dice til a muh fucka crap out
Smoking sipping that wok til I pass out
Bout my business bitch I'm in my bag now
I just gotta check ima cash out
Cookin inside the booth like a crack house
They gon talk all that shit til I act out
Bout my business bitch I'm in my bag now
If you ain't bout money don't talk to me
Circle small only just a few rock with me
Bitch I play it smart nobody knocking me
Cuz I'm lonely if I commit robbery
Woah
Bitch I got my shit up
They kicked when I was down so now they see me and they Bitter
I'm bigger
Shining like some motherfucking glitter
Liquor
Hennessy be fucking up my liver
Aye
I came from slanging at the store
From the late winter nights in the cold
No excuses I'm after the dough
Heart cold feel I got no soul
Ca to the tx
Solid ass foo since playing out in recess
There ain't shit that I regret
If I get knocked on my ass ima reset
Bitch I came a long way from the trap house
Shooting dice til a muh fucka crap out
Smoking sipping that wok til I pass out
Bout my business bitch I'm in my bag now
I just gotta check ima cash out
Cookin inside the booth like a crack house
They gon talk all that shit til i act out
Bout my business bitch I'm in my bag now
I'm hot than a bitch when I come through
I handle shit ain't nobody I run to
Bitch I throw hands aint no guns that I jump too
Test me I'll fuck yo ass up like a drug use
Aw
I lay the smack down cuz I'm raw
But I was ten toes chin up standing up tall
Aw
I had my back gainst the wall
I had to bounce back cuz all men take a fall
I be riding solo like a trucker
I ain't playing I can bust yo shit up like a rubber
Run up
When I slid up all they did was stutter
Just get to know me first cuz ima fighter and a lover
Aye
Real pain when you look me in the face
Pray to god hope he hearing what I say
Aye
Fuck friends cuz I carry all my weight
Man I handle all my business I don't need 'em in the way
Yay
Yay
Bitch I came a long way from the trap house
Shooting dice til a muh fucka crap out
Smoking sipping that wok til I pass out
Bout my business bitch I'm in my bag now
I just gotta check ima cash out
Cookin inside the booth like a crack house
They gon talk all that shit til I act out
Bout my business bitch I'm in my bag now
Bitch I'm in my bag now
Aye aye
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Writer(s): Logan Carrillo, Marc Salazar
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