IN THE BAG Lyrics

(Yea, Yea, Yea)

Iced Out

Bitch I been balling

Fucking hoes no I aint calling

You do the smallest, a nigga gotta do it big

Yea Im living how I live

Kept it real out the ends

Y'all niggas telling fibs, still live in yo mama crib

I just pulled up in a whip

Real fast, Yea bitch bad

Niggas aint on that

Im killing this shit, I got this shit in the bag

Y'all aint coming close

But Im a fly nigga, yea I brag and boast

Cartier yea its all on my face and I got the Glock-9 on my waist

(Strapped yea)

No you won't take (No you won't take)

So I won't take it there

No we aint playing fair

Ya talking aint going nowhere

Cause you aint got the juice

And ya bitch give me massage

She faking like she a masseuse

My nigga like what do you do?

I stack up my money like Jews

My nigga like what you do?

Im out here making boss moves

You a lil dog (Yea)

Im the big one (Im the big one)

I make big sums (I make big sums)

Stacking it all month (Stacking it up hoe)

You rock that CC, Amiri on me

And Im smoking on that cookie from the Bay

I got that plug to send me up to outer space

Paid 50 for this 8th nigga

That aint in yo taste nigga (Not yo taste nigga)

Bitch I been balling

Fucking hoes no I aint calling

You do the smallest, a nigga gotta do it big

Yea Im living how I live

Kept it real out the ends

Y'all niggas telling fibs, still live in yo mama crib

I just pulled up in a whip

Real fast, Yea bitch bad

Niggas aint on that

Im killing this shit, I got this shit in the bag

Y'all aint coming close

But Im a fly nigga, yea I brag and boast

Cartier yea its all on my face

And I got the Glock-9 on my waist (Strapped yea)

This shit in a bag duffle

Stacking my chips ruffles

Glock on my hip, no tussle

So you better be ready to rumble

Got some killas they ready to hunt you

Yea they ready to gun you and done you

But I checked yo lil worth in the street

It ain't nothing I don't even want you

Aint no capping, I'm moving discreet

Having drip, Yeezy Boost on my feet

Came from dirty I made it look neat

Love when y'all put my songs on repeat

Fuck the industry, do it for streets

I'm gone do it until I'm deceased

They keep talking my money increased

Bet them niggas take nothing from me

Bet I always walk around wit a G

Or One

Or Two

Or Three

Cut that bitch off and now she released

Make they prices not paying the fee

Tried to do it was nothing like me

That's a layup I'm pulling from deep

Make them lil bitches bow at my feet

Look at him like, this is yo king? (Wakanda)

Bitch I been balling

Fucking hoes no I aint calling

You do the smallest, a nigga gotta do it big

Yea Im living how I live

Kept it real out the ends

Y'all niggas telling fibs, still live in yo mama crib

I just pulled up in a whip

Real fast, Yea bitch bad

Niggas aint on that

Im killing this shit, I got this shit in the bag

Y'all aint coming close

But Im a fly nigga, yea I brag and boast

Cartier yea its all on my face and I got the Glock-9 on my waist (Strapped yea)