letra de what bag i'm in - babyfxce e
[intro]
b-tch
yeah
(enrgy made this one)
huh
[verse]
i don’t read, how the f-ck i keep gettin’ booked
car white, but it say blackwing, you gettin’ cooked
i swear to god, any artist signed to me, they gettin’ pushed
she said, “why you always wearin’ black?”, baby, that’s the look, you know
that’s the time i’m on
i don’t kiss on no b-tch, the only thing touch my lips is the styrofoam
wish i hit the n-gga with the stick, but i fired on him
it look like your p-ssy got some grip, you got pliers don’t you, huh
heard she got some pull, come on, let me do it
check the drac’ after a couple spins, you might break the wood
told bae, “you ain’t gotta strеss, i got pape’, we good”
go pull a hundred out, somеbody say, “i bet you won’t do it”
y’all better not tempt me
to the point i can’t drive cars if that sh-t ain’t tinted
i got too turnt and bust my lip, i hit it with my pendant
i got four pits that stay on tip, but i keep them fenced in
bust watch on my arm, i rock it like a wristband
touch that and catch the r, bullets burn like blistex, you know
it’s easy to talk that tough sh-t, but can you stand behind it?
f-ck around and trick shot it, don’t let a n-gga stand behind me
you can’t play me like no b-tch, and i stand behind it
i don’t wanna rap with n-ggas and i hope y’all ain’t offended by it
and if you is, i don’t even give a f-ck
mind of a striker boy, bro, you might as well fill it up
get off our d-ck so much and then she might just give you somethin’
i just spent four hundred on this drank, bro, i ain’t spillin’ nothin’
me and gramm so locked in, i call that n-gga bousin
b-tch i just got off a stick, you better f-ckin’ stuff it
my first team with all blues, i ain’t even wanna touch it
that was all illegal money, i got that out the gutter
with a ten pound ball like it’s lucky strike
i know that you ain’t easy, i’ma be p-ssed if i don’t f-ck tonight
she ridin’ passenger, i told her, “come over to the other side”
pull my pants down, i told her, “do that for me while i drive”
i said, “i ain’t gon’ crash again”
goyard backpack, if you was wonderin’ what kinda bag i’m in
and i lost one time, i said, “i ain’t ever coming last again”
’cause when i took a l, i did some sh-t that i ain’t happy with
it’s a two-day trip, well, i ain’t packin’ sh-t
when i touch down, grab a fit, that’s what bag i’m in
that’s what i’m feelin’ like, mmm
if it’s hittin’ on somethin’, then i might let you spend the night
i forgot i had that drank, let me get a sprite
move over so i can slide this ‘cat, you tryna spin a bike
every b-tch that i done fapped, they would spin twice
but i ain’t let them all double back ’cause that sh-t was aight
the chally got no back, but i still ride with five
i can make a big impact just off what i decide
i stay on p, that’s why i keep that b-tch in drive
you gon’ hear a “frrt-frrt”, one a heat and one a car
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