In My Bag

Yeah, aye
Bless your beat boolin'

Look I got a pen in my bag, man I keep writing
Reciting just what I know
Niggas at my door, but look man yeah I keep steppin
Fuck what they reppin
No weapon that's formed against me
Yeah they against me, it's verses, they castin curses
Look, yeah it's purses they want, these bitches don't
Give a fuck, what the fuck is what made you baby
It's Lil Baby and Drake, I want the mic
The price is right man then you right
And these niggas wanna be me

Fuck your season
Man name a reason you breathin
You fuckin heathen, I'm teasin you mix a reason with heat
I'm always cookin, they lookin, should write a book and I hook it
A fuckin hook, that'll leave you shook man boy you shook

Another round, I'm gettin loose yeah I lose it
I gotta prove that I want it
How long I loan it, I loan it and boy you late
How long you gon take
Tell me why you late
I tell em it's okay it's out the gate

Look I got a pen in my bag, man I keep writing
Reciting just what I know
Niggas at my door, but look man yeah I keep steppin
Fuck what they reppin
No weapon that's formed against me
Yeah they against me, it's verses, they castin curses
Look, yeah it's purses they want, these bitches don't
Give a fuck, what the fuck is what made you baby
It's Lil Baby and Drake, I want the mic
The price is right man then you right

Yeah I succeeded, I bleed it, come check the blood
Niggas call you blood, well see you but lean no hug
Man that shit is tough, man that's what made me
Repay me, you can't delay me, that Bape me
I guess God made me, man he crazy

Look I got a pen in my bag, man I keep writing
Reciting just what I know
Niggas at my door, but look man yeah I keep steppin
Fuck what they reppin
No weapon that's formed against me
Yeah they against me, it's verses, they castin curses
Look, yeah it's purses they want, these bitches don't
Give a fuck, what the fuck is what made you baby
It's Lil Baby and Drake, I want the mic
The price is right man then you right