In My Bag (feat. No Fatigue)

My chips, my cash, my drip, my splash My kicks, my swag, your bitch, I smash Live fly, live life, like it's my last My clip might blast, I'm in my bag (No Fatigue) In my bag, like chips, I got salsa Never ask for that pussy, she offer Yeah I be drippin' water Keep a pole on me like my charger Act like a hero, get put in a suit Check on me just like a swoosh This off the head, no salute Just like a beetle, got juice Mad they can't do what I do Expect me to fail Got your hands out, someone give him a rail Bread on me blue, but not stale Had to bounce back off them L's Me and bro rockin' like Kenan & Kel Get up everyday and I hustle like Ed I'm gon' chase cash 'til a young nigga dead Down to get money, no I'm never scared I'm just gon' do it, I don't gotta say it Catch me drippin' in that Louis or Fendi I got that soul like a 10 piece Clean like a butler, no Jimmy That shit that you talk don't offend me I'ma keep rapping and make niggas envy My bro be shooting like Steph 'til it's empty None of my niggas is friendly, aye I'm tryna ball just like NBA Flash flood when I drip on the scene I'm a collector machine Living my life, I'm living my dream Cut niggas off like a scene Feeling your bitch today Ooh, your chick I filet Honey dip dick in your bitch Flex, she blowing me like the TEC, yeah My chips, my cash, my drip, my splash My kicks, my swag, your bitch, I smash Live fly, live life, like it's my last My clip might blast, I'm in my bag Call it what you wanna, I stay with that blicker, that burner That glizzy, that toolie, that iron My momma told me you niggas gon' hate us Some said I wouldn't make it, I knew they was lying Count on me, I done won too many times I like to drip in that Louis Vuitton That ain't my bitch, but that coochie is mine She want me to lay up, like she threw me a dime Feeling good, nigga how about ya? Bro keep a Glock and nigga I'll vouch If a fuck nigga get buck-wheat Point it at his top, ooh, Alfalfa Dick for you pussies, I'm too raw You are not fuckin' with me, that's blue balls Keep a move in the whip, like a U-Haul Don't get hit with the stick, like a cue ball Used to ride with that TEC in my drawers Moving 'round with that weight, like a medicine ball I'm rapping facts, I ain't never been fraud I got blamed for some murders that never been solved, yeah Had to drive way before I was 16 Clothes to hoes to designer and ripped jeans I'm not Kevin Gates, but my kicks clean My whole squad drip, like a swim team My daughter and son, they be fresher than Easter Flexin' and ballin', Batista Bitches know I'm a boss I got cheese, I got dough, I got sauce, I could make me a pizza Haters talk 'til it's "hasta la vista" Sit the fuck down, or get fanned like the bleachers Word to God, it ain't shit to take money out I'll make everyone pay, like the preacher My chips, my cash, my drip, my splash My kicks, my swag, your bitch, I smash Live fly, live life, like it's my last My clip might blast, I'm in my bag