Lyrics In My Bag - Byron Bank

Turn me up in my headphones real quick
Let's go

In the mood and Imma get that, ain't no doubt about it I meant that
This a marathon fuck an episode like a soccer ball when I kick back
Move forward no set backs, long pause just to reset
Schooling y'all so I'm teaching, I don't play bitch fuck recess
I'm bout mine that's full time when I'm all in
Bloodline stay evolving but they
Stand up when I walk in on some king shit
Small things no more or less, stay fly outlandish shit
Own world in my element, there's only one me and that settles it
Money talks, that's uniform in all languages
Criteria is a bad bitch my standards so high maintenance
On time no lateness, punctual, requirements not optional
Family dysfunctional might get along for a month or two
Content got a grade A, ain't no such thing as a B role
Downtown I'm in EADO just to toast it up with my people
Get money, eat, sleep, poquito for a sequel
Just a little bit, if fuck with you don't confuse that for an equal
Pause on them comments I don't know you don't talk about it
Come correct not sideways, whole team gone be about it
Counting bread 'til it's unloafed, y'all switching teams like Rondo
No plan no bueno, straight to the bag and that's pronto

Y'all got me all up in my bag, I'm all up in my bag
I'm all up in my bag, yeah I'm all up in my bag
Oh you haters getting mad, I cop without a tag
Ain't need to look so sad 'cause I'm all up on that ass
Got me all up in my

Picked it up where I left off, double back for a turn around
Quarterback can't half step, calling plays then I hike the ball
Losing never at all, behind those lines those enemies fall
To the grave I'm taking all secrets, loyalty no matter the cost
All eyes put them on me, can't slip up when I'm holding
Thang thang keep it on me, one deep when I'm rolling
On a lose lose they trolling, on the internet they be posing
Offline so phony, so I move how I move and it's low-key
Since the nosebleeds I been doing me, front row where the players at
Hard as fuck that the dick game
Got these old bitches having heart attacks
Imma humble dude and a modest cat, Class act like Kid and Play
Hitting home runs out the juice box like Astro, Minute Maid
Let it phase me, not at all
Shopping sprees out the Galleria, buy the whole store fuck catalog
45 on a different route, down South y'all know what I'm talking bout
To the bag Imma never stall, this Whataburger no In & Out
Unlimited, I get mine like yesterday
Elevate got a bad bitch that a motivate, it ain't hard to say
When its go time keep watching, both hands be clocking up
Punching out no stopping, straight ahead it gets sloppy
We ain't the same I can promise that
Best believe that or come see about it
Comments keep it to yourself, whole team gone be about it
Counting bread 'til it's unloafed no switching teams like Rondo
No plan no bueno, straight to the bag and that's pronto

Y'all got me all up in my bag, I'm all up in my bag
I'm all up in my bag, yeah I'm all up in my bag
Oh you haters getting mad, I cop without a tag
Ain't need to look so sad 'cause I'm all up on that ass
Got me all up in my in

Yeah
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