In My Bag

[Intro]
My nigga Live drunk as hell

[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]
Aye Nobody want to bitch but yo lame ass
Pussy good
I came fast I hope she ain’t mad
Slide down yo block like the brakes bad
Money on the flo
I’m right on it like a name tag
Run up in this bitch pay the rent
Cuz this where he gon stay
This where he go lay
Tim Duncan I stay up in the bank
Y’all niggas know how I’m cut
Why would you even play
Would say I paid a band for these
But I ain’t even pay
Punched a suite
Didn’t even stay yo bitch a piece of cake
By the time it bounce back
I’m in a different state
Nutted on yo baby face
I feel like M.I.A
Nigga fuck a beat
I was tryna beat a case

[Chorus]
Bitch how much you gon charge to come reload my straps
Yeah choppa hold a hundred
So good luck with that
If you pull up after 10
I hope you giving neck
If I hit yo daughter
Oh well, like Mr. Krabs
Now I’m in my bag, now I’m in my bag
Cut these niggas off
Left em in my past
Now I’m in my bag, now I’m in my bag
Cut these bitches off now these bitches mad

[Verse 2: Lavi'er]
Whole gang strapped
Cuz we know they plotting
It’s all eyes on us
Cuz they know we got it
Niggas swear they in the field
I think they picking cotton
Catch em like a Pokémon
Turn they ass to Team Rocket
Hoes treat you like you nothing
Til you come up on a bitch
Lost my nigga Rez
And I just cut up wit my nigga
My mans was talking crazy
Til I cut up on that nigga
G Money he a hitta
He’ll pull up on a nigga
I been drinking so much liquor
Tryna drown what’s in my mental
Pops a fugitive
And I’m just praying they don’t get him
Money that’s my brother
You gon always see me wit em
“Got that photo
Want em off the map?”
Put me on a mission
I love all my hoes
But I lie about my info
I’m a freaky ass nigga
Tell me you a nympho
If you ain’t tryna fuck
Tell me what it hit fo
I been getting to them bands
I’m tryna beat it like a instro
My ex told me that it’s over
I’m up next I told her
Since I came from the bottom
She caught my neck
Like her shoulders
My nigga let’s celebrate
I’m tryna sip something like Homer
If some clowns act funny
Fuck it you know we got them jokers
Strapped up like we soldiers
Pulling cards like poker
Just got my C C dub
But I keep it out that holster
This car getting sprayed it bet not move any slower
Whoever it is catch em on yo wall like a poster

[Chorus]
Bitch how much you gon charge to come reload my straps
Yeah choppa hold a hundred
So good luck with that
If you pull up after 10
I hope you giving neck
If I hit yo daughter
Oh well, like Mr. Krabs
Now I’m in my bag, now I’m in my bag
Cut these niggas off
Left em in my past
Now I’m in my bag, now I’m in my bag
Cut these bitches off now these bitches mad