Lyrics In My Bag - SotoKnows

Loyal for a second that was so sad
Now I'm in my bag, shit I'm bringing Soto hoes back
That's a Free World tag, we the mafia
Kicking bitches out if it start to smell like Tilapia
Damn Soto, Colder than a winter in Slovakia
Jacket one of one, now they a bunch of broken copiers
Hating, cause I'm with The Foundation
They eating steak-umm, while I'm eating stake on vacation, and caking
Thinking Betty Crocker who I'm dating
Blatant with it, my middle finger to the nation
Pacing, got them nervous, I got them shaking
Praying I got to hell, they tried summon Satan

But I'm good, God got me
Waiting on a blessing they gone catch me in a Mase'
Chest full of ice, like I fell playing hockey
Humble as they come, you don't want to see me cocky
That's a fact
Killing puns like heart attack, hold on
Let me chill, Ima get myself whacked
Word to Joey Crack, got a flow, it's a blessing
Confused by the tangent, Excuse my digression
Loyal for a second that was so sad
Now I'm in my bag, shit I'm bringing Soto hoes back
Getting double neck, busy with both hands
Then kick them to the can, send them home with a Prozac
Someone call the surgeon, I'm a heart breaker
Il replace them for a quarter and some Raw papers
Sub them In, switch them out, got a rotation
Main bitch, she the bomb, I'm the detonation
Love it when she undress
Short string, probably dub her for a dumb text
To the left, word to B, got another next
And some others on the bench, waiting for a text
But you know I'm only calling if the booty fat
Rough sex, and giving that waterpark neck
I want to slide in that pussy like a Banzai
Hit that spot twice, baby leave you cross eyed
No caller ID that's a quick change
Took her to the D-town, then we split ways
Shoutout Babyface, YN Jay, Louie Ray
Got me laughing at the Coochie, I'm in disarray