Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In My Bag, artist - Yella Beezy. Album song Lite Work, Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hitco
Song language: English
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 |