paroles de chanson In My Bag - M Huncho , Slim

Look
Had it in a JD bag, fuck a duffel yeah, yeah
We just broke down the pack, now we going through the rubble, yeah
Dressing in some comfy shit, I keep it so subtle yeah
More time in a tracksuit in the booth, I gotta couple

I see how it is
The same blue Goose, and people are giving the blue bruise
I'm staying focused, the paper is smiling
I'm going through the years worth of postal
I'm always around, man I'm local
See the same faces, no socials
They said you gotta hit me with the vocals
I told her pipe, and I'm always solo
Shes in a nightgown, I'm wearing Polo like I play polo
She's looking fabulous, told her I'm low so
I got the funds but nah I ain't Kojo
She's taking three traps, no Adidas, this is coco yeah
And when I say coco, I do not mean any Coco Chanel
I get me a packet and break with my friends
I do it again and again and again
I've got me some curses but blessings are sent
I've got me some real ones that sit in the pen
So everyday I gotta get me a pen
I write a 16 and I write to my friends yeah
Pay him a visit, I step into to hell
I pay him a visit, I step into to hell

Had it all on a line, lost all hope
Broke down a pack, now I'm counting loads
Hard times, you don't see no one
Bro ain't home 'til the reload's done
Look at the wrist, stepped in young, rich and lit
I'm loving the groupies
Step on Sloane, I'm loving the Gucci
Brand new wap, I'm loving the new piece

Had it in a JD bag, fuck a duffel yeah, yeah
We just broke down the pack, now we going through the rubble, yeah
Dressing in comfy shit, I keep it so subtle yeah
More time in a tracksuit in the booth, I gotta couple up yeah

I don't need no help (None)
You can see yourself
Look at the kid, my diamonds lit, and my trap speaks for itself
And I heard they're stuck on the block (Broke)
My cuban's flooded with rocks (Diamonds)
I never had piss, had to take a risk
Hit stoves and fuck up a pot
I lost all hope, then I got rich
Talking money? Count me in
I feel myself, can't help but smile
Last month I counted a hundred quid
She's up in Gucci, I'm in the bando
I break a pack and feel like Pablo
Don't ask me what is my angle?
I'm busy whipping a brick in my sandals
I got no love, in the streets there ain't no hugs
I went hard as a little youth
And nothing's changed, now I've grown up
Dem old niggas talk old shit
But Slim ain't into the politics
I like cute ones with a pretty face and getting top in a foreign whip
Tell me somethin' I don't know (Just tell me)
If they ain't on it then Slim's doin' it solo (On my own)
They talk a lot but that trap phone is so slow (Dead)
I call that no hope (None)
I used to wear Polo, now it's Louis V
Can't call my phone for a two of each, I'm gone

Had it all on a line, lost all hope
Broke down a pack, now I'm counting loads
Hard times, you don't see no one
Bro ain't home 'til the reload's done
Look at the wrist, stepped in young, rich and lit
I'm loving the groupies
Step on Sloane and I'm loving the Gucci
Brand new wap, I'm loving the new piece

Had it in a JD bag, fuck a duffel yeah, yeah
We just broke down the pack, now we going through the rubble, yeah
Dressing in comfy shit, I keep it so subtle yeah (Subtle)
More time in a tracksuit in the booth, I gotta couple up yeah

Had it in a JD bag, fuck a duffel yeah
We just broke down the pack, now we going through the rubble, yeah
Dressing in comfy shit, I keep it so subtle yeah (Subtle)
More time in a tracksuit in the booth, I gotta couple up yeah