In My Bag

Yeah
 I'm in my bag, in my bag, yeah
 It's YL on Dem 808's
 I get cash and pop tags, and I stuff racks in my bag, yeah
 Brand new Jag, it go fast, and I might just blow past, yeah
 Suit your scab and these craps, throw that shit on my tab, yeah
 These haters mad, they on Act,
 don't get in my feelings, I get in my bag, yeah
 I'm in my bag, in my bag, I'm in my bag, in my bag, yeah
 I'm in my bag, in my bag, I'm in my bag, in my bag, yeah
 Brand new Jag, it go fast, and I might just blow past, yeah
 These haters mad, they on Act,
 don't get in my feelings, I get in my bag, yeah
 I swear to God I cannot get in my feelings
 Jumped out a Porsche and go run to them digits
 Nigga I'm tryna come up on a milly
 I am a general, sergeant, lieutenant
 I run the people, I fuck with they winnin'
 All of my niggas, they hustle and go get it
 Mastered the art of my P's, it's exquisite
 These diamonds is splendid, these rocks are tremendous
 I cannot let up, no pressure, ain't finished
 I'ma set the record straight like I'm Guinness
 The judge tryna label a nigga a menace
 But I am not Dennis but nigga I'm with it
 My Gucci loafers, I ain't served in a penny
 I used to serve them folks up in the mission
 I used to know that nigga, heard that he snitchin'
 Say you's a broke boy, you are not gettin' it
 My cars on Offset, your bitch, her mouth wet
 Break her back down and kick her out, yeah
 Bitch I'm 'bout that, you not 'bout shit
 He just all talk, he just got stretched
 Not gon' fuck 'round, I want all neck
 Work that head first then them balls next
 Bitch I ball hard, I hit all net
 If I ain't bossed up then what you call that?
 I get cash and pop tags, and I stuff racks in my bag, yeah
 Brand new Jag, it go fast, and I might just blow past, yeah
 Suit your scab and these craps, throw that shit on my tab, yeah
 These haters mad, they on Act,
 don't get in my feelings, I get in my bag, yeah
 I'm in my bag, in my bag, I'm in my bag, in my bag, yeah
 I'm in my bag, in my bag, I'm in my bag, in my bag, yeah
 Brand new Jag, it go fast, and I might just blow past, yeah
 These haters mad, they on Act,
 don't get in my feelings, I get in my bag, yeah
 These haters on Act, in my bag like a crook
 Swervin' my Jag, do the dash, made 'em look
 I show my ass, got 'em mad, got 'em shook
 Whippin' the crack, you would swear I'm a crook
 Nigga just chopped up the work like a deli
 Talkin' on my show, I pop at your heli
 Chop up the rocks in my watch is so heavy
 Shout out pimp block, hit my drop, leave it smelly
 Hit all my feelings like Pac Makavelli
 Get him up, I turn him, he is not ready
 Seal him up, I sip that lean to my belly
 He is not really, no he is so scary
 My BM like Broner, I am a stoner
 I smoke you niggas just like marijuana
 I got too heated just like I'm a sauna
 You niggas is pussy, can't smell the aroma
 Talkin' like bitches, say hi like y'all Jonas
 I cannot give up, say I am too hungry
 I'm at the top and this bitch is not lonely
 Bitch say I'm a dog so I'ma go bone her
 She like that pound so I'ma go longer
 I don't eat ass, say you got the wrong one
 She gon' scream look, the fuck 'cause I'm on her
 I'ma be down, the fuck is you runnin'?
 I get cash and pop tags, and I stuff racks in my bag, yeah
 Brand new Jag, it go fast, and I might just blow past, yeah
 Suit your scab and these craps, throw that shit on my tab, yeah
 These haters mad, they on Act,
 don't get in my feelings, I get in my bag, yeah
 I'm in my bag, in my bag, I'm in my bag, in my bag, yeah
 I'm in my bag, in my bag, I'm in my bag, in my bag, yeah
 Brand new Jag, it go fast, and I might just blow past, yeah
 These haters mad, they on Act,
 don't get in my feelings, I get in my bag, yeah