In My Bag

Yeah, aye

Bless your beat boolin'

Look I got a pen in my bag, man I keep writing

Reciting just what I know

**** at my door, but look man yeah I keep steppin

Fuck what they reppin

No weapon that's formed against me

Yeah they against me, it's verses, they castin curses

Look, yeah it's purses they want, these bitches don't

Give a fuck, what the fuck is what made you baby

It's Lil Baby and Drake, I want the mic

The price is right man then you right

And these **** wanna be me

Fuck your season

Man name a reason you breathin

You fuckin heathen, I'm teasin you mix a reason with heat

I'm always cookin, they lookin, should write a book and I hook it

A fuckin hook, that'll leave you shook man boy you shook

Another round, I'm gettin loose yeah I lose it

I gotta prove that I want it

How long I loan it, I loan it and boy you late

How long you gon take

Tell me why you late

I tell em it's okay it's out the gate

Look I got a pen in my bag, man I keep writing

Reciting just what I know

**** at my door, but look man yeah I keep steppin

Fuck what they reppin

No weapon that's formed against me

Yeah they against me, it's verses, they castin curses

Look, yeah it's purses they want, these bitches don't

Give a fuck, what the fuck is what made you baby

It's Lil Baby and Drake, I want the mic

The price is right man then you right

Yeah I succeeded, I bleed it, come check the blood

**** call you blood, well see you but lean no hug

Man that shit is tough, man that's what made me

Repay me, you can't delay me, that Bape me

I guess God made me, man he crazy

Look I got a pen in my bag, man I keep writing

Reciting just what I know

**** at my door, but look man yeah I keep steppin

Fuck what they reppin

No weapon that's formed against me

Yeah they against me, it's verses, they castin curses

Look, yeah it's purses they want, these bitches don't

Give a fuck, what the fuck is what made you baby

It's Lil Baby and Drake, I want the mic

The price is right man then you right