Lyrics Been in My Bag - Yung Baby Tate

Been in My Bag

Yeah, shout out HoodRich Pablo Juan
Already know how this shit go
We don’t love none of these hoes
Tryna run up them fucking bags, bitch
Let’s get it
You know that I go cuckoo
And I’m the shit, no poo poo
Dancing on the dick, no tutu
And I’m on the beat, no Juju
I got him crying, boohoo
He think I’m doing voodoo
They watching me like Hulu
Bitch, I don’t know you, who you?
Fuck that, I’m tryna run up the racks
No I’m not worried 'bout niggas
I’m going to riches from rags
And I’m not signing no contracts
For less than a million stacks
Let me know where I can pick it up at
You already know that I been in my bag, I been in my bag
You already know that I be in my bag, so don’t even ask where I’ve been
I had to drop all of my hoes for one of these niggas, I’m talking 'bout Ben
He said that he like all his bitches real thick even though I’m real thin
But that ass is so fat he wanna see it all the time so I did a lil' spin
Um, yeah, he want me to turn it around
You know that I’m turning it up, these bitches be turning it down
These bitches is goofy, these bitches not it, I call all these bitches some
clowns
If I let yo nigga go swim in this pussy you know that yo nigga gone drown
He wanna smash from the back
I want a platinum plaque
Yeah, our destination don’t match
I’m going forward, they taking it back
He wanna go on a date
I don’t agree cause I know I’m gone flake
Unless he say that he trying to feed me, baby, I’m ordering steak
I don’t even eat meat
Bitch, hurry up, beep, beep
Finna pop out like 3D
And we pulling up like three deep
Finna make a nigga dance like KeKe
He be all up on my peepee
Trying to get freaky
Somebody tell this bitch that she is blind 'cause she can’t see me
You know that I go cuckoo
And I’m the shit, no poo poo
Dancing on the dick, no tutu
And I’m on the beat, no Juju
I got him crying, boohoo
He think I’m doing voodoo
They watching me like Hulu
Bitch, I don’t know you, who you?
Fuck that, I’m tryna run up the racks
No I’m not worried 'bout niggas
I’m going to riches from rags
And I’m not signing no contracts
For less than a million stacks
Let me know where I can pick it up at
You already know that I been in my bag, I been in my bag
Bitch, I been in my bag
I been deep in my bag
I’m so deep in this shit
I’m down here with cookie crumbs and Sour Patch Kids and old receipts,
dried-out lip gloss tubes
Come on, I’m in my bag, bitch