What Bag I’m In Lyrics by Babyfxce E
I don’t read, how the *** I keep gettin’ booked
Car white, but it say Blackwing, you gettin’ cooked
I swear to God, any artist sign 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 ***, only thing touch my lips is the styrofoam
Wish I hit that *** with the stick, but I fired on him
It look like your *** 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 stress, I got pape’, we good”
Go pull a hundred out, somebody say, “I bet you ain’t gon’ do it”
Y’all better not tempt me
To the point I can’t drive cars if that *** 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 ***, but can you stand behind it?
*** around and trick shot it, don’t let a *** stand behind me
You can’t play me like no ***, and I stand behind it
I don’t wanna rap with niggas and I hope y’all ain’t offended by it
And if you is, I don’t even give a ***
Mind of a Striker Boy, bro, you might as well fill it up
Get off our *** 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 *** blousin
*** I just got off a stick, you better ***’ 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 *** if I don’t *** 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 *** that I ain’t happy with
It’s a two-day trip, well, I ain’t packin’ ***
When I touch down, grab a fit, that’s what bag I’m in
That’s what I’m feelin’ like, hmm
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 *** that I done fapped, they would spin it twice
But I ain’t let them all double back ’cause they *** 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 *** in drive
You gon’ hear a “Frrt-frrt”, one a heat and one a car