I'm in my Bag

Yeah

You know what the fuck goin' on, ****

You better charge the fuck up, ****

(Rado)

I've been runnin' up this pape', I ain't have enough

**** out here fucked up, they ain't havin' nothin'

Bet I shoot this bullet at him, it's gon' make him duck (Yeah)

All I do is pull out blues, she gon' wanna fuck me (Yeah)

Know it's good, walked in, I seen bro'nem in the cut

When this pistol on your ass, don't move, just give it up

In the opps' hood gettin' head, smokin' weed, bangin' time up

Fuck around and shoot up your car or get behind us (Yeah)

The flash on the Glock too bright, this bitch'll blind you

In Miami, I'm chillin' with Jamaicans smokin' ganja

I've been a thug, think I really got it from my mama, bitch, I've been a problem

I'm in the 'Cat doin' donuts, I can't even stop it (Skrr)

I've been hustlin' all day, then count up the profit

Bitches out here sellin' pussy, you can't even knock 'em

If I fall off today, I know my brother got me

I'm connected to the plug, ****, I'm the socket

I could sell you anything, I probably got Molly (What you want?)

Free my **** doin' life, they really catchin' bodies (Free my ****)

If you think I ain't a gangster, better ask somebody (You better ask)

Really'll stash your body, you ain't see the last two bodies?

Blackin' out, wake up fightin' demons in the party

Knew the game was over, we blew **** out before we started

On the plane gettin' high, sippin' lean before departure

Told her, "Bend that ass over, show me what your mama taught ya"

Early morning, I pour lean in my cup, fuck some coffee

Opps say they shot me, these **** confused, they lost me

Fuck around and take the card in the store past the embosser

All the pros that I make put on your head and get you off with it (Boy)

I'm self-made, you bitch-made, I'm a boss, **** (Real)

If you slip, I take your life, I'm the grim reaper

Shot his ass, he caught the Holy Ghost, the chop preachin', ****

Never fallin' off, I gotta stack and plan for every season

**** owe me for some pape', said it's good, told him keep it

Finna send my hitter, he gon' leave his head on the cement

We ain't goin' on no date, lil' baby, whip these pieces

Other bitch, I'ma stuff her with blues, send her to Cleveland

Man, y'all lil' **** been hatin' for a minute, thought I ain't peep it

Gun his ass down in front of the neighbors, don't care who see it

Tryna make it out the hood, shit, my people really need me

I'm just tryna get a deal for real, tired of the street shit

The way the racks sink into my pocket, ten repeat it

Got some extra shit connected to the Glock, shoot on your defense

She left you, started fuckin' with me, you got a freaky bitch

She keep grabbin' on the 30, she think it's my dick

Pull up shootin' **** by myself, everybody got hit

My brother died, ain't tryna cry, I'm tryna drop some shit

Free my **** Dae, you know it's still fuck the opposite

You think this bitch got a stutter problem how the chopper spit