In My Bag (feat. M Huncho)

Look
 Had it in a JD bag, fuck a duffel yeah, yeah
 We just broke down the pack, now we going through the rubble, yeah
 Dressing in some comfy shit, I keep it so subtle yeah
 More time in a tracksuit in the booth, I gotta couple
 I see how it is
 The same blue Goose, and people are giving the blue bruise
 I'm staying focused, the paper is smiling
 I'm going through the years worth of postal
 I'm always around, man I'm local
 See the same faces, no socials
 They said you gotta hit me with the vocals
 I told her pipe, and I'm always solo
 Shes in a nightgown, I'm wearing Polo like I play polo
 She's looking fabulous, told her I'm low so
 I got the funds but nah I ain't Kojo
 She's taking three traps, no Adidas, this is coco yeah
 And when I say coco, I do not mean any Coco Chanel
 I get me a packet and break with my friends
 I do it again and again and again
 I've got me some curses but blessings are sent
 I've got me some real ones that sit in the pen
 So everyday I gotta get me a pen
 I write a 16 and I write to my friends yeah
 Pay him a visit, I step into to hell
 I pay him a visit, I step into to hell
 Had it all on a line, lost all hope
 Broke down a pack, now I'm counting loads
 Hard times, you don't see no one
 Bro ain't home 'til the reload's done
 Look at the wrist, stepped in young, rich and lit
 I'm loving the groupies
 Step on Sloane, I'm loving the Gucci
 Brand new wap, I'm loving the new piece
 Had it in a JD bag, fuck a duffel yeah, yeah
 We just broke down the pack, now we going through the rubble, yeah
 Dressing in comfy shit, I keep it so subtle yeah
 More time in a tracksuit in the booth, I gotta couple up yeah
 I don't need no help (None)
 You can see yourself
 Look at the kid, my diamonds lit, and my trap speaks for itself
 And I heard they're stuck on the block (Broke)
 My cuban's flooded with rocks (Diamonds)
 I never had piss, had to take a risk
 Hit stoves and fuck up a pot
 I lost all hope, then I got rich
 Talking money? Count me in
 I feel myself, can't help but smile
 Last month I counted a hundred quid
 She's up in Gucci, I'm in the bando
 I break a pack and feel like Pablo
 Don't ask me what is my angle?
 I'm busy whipping a brick in my sandals
 I got no love, in the streets there ain't no hugs
 I went hard as a little youth
 And nothing's changed, now I've grown up
 Dem old niggas talk old shit
 But Slim ain't into the politics
 I like cute ones with a pretty face and getting top in a foreign whip
 Tell me somethin' I don't know (Just tell me)
 If they ain't on it then Slim's doin' it solo (On my own)
 They talk a lot but that trap phone is so slow (Dead)
 I call that no hope (None)
 I used to wear Polo, now it's Louis V
 Can't call my phone for a two of each, I'm gone
 Had it all on a line, lost all hope
 Broke down a pack, now I'm counting loads
 Hard times, you don't see no one
 Bro ain't home 'til the reload's done
 Look at the wrist, stepped in young, rich and lit
 I'm loving the groupies
 Step on Sloane and I'm loving the Gucci
 Brand new wap, I'm loving the new piece
 Had it in a JD bag, fuck a duffel yeah, yeah
 We just broke down the pack, now we going through the rubble, yeah
 Dressing in comfy shit, I keep it so subtle yeah (Subtle)
 More time in a tracksuit in the booth, I gotta couple up yeah
 Had it in a JD bag, fuck a duffel yeah
 We just broke down the pack, now we going through the rubble, yeah
 Dressing in comfy shit, I keep it so subtle yeah (Subtle)
 More time in a tracksuit in the booth, I gotta couple up yeah