In My Bag by Kidgoten Lyrics
I keep the glizzy i stay wit a Glock
Try my whole team and we shoot at the opps
Play wit my cash and we aim at yo top
Bro got the sticks and i stay wit the mop
Big backwoods ian smokin no reggie
Keep big sticks kno the shit can get heavy
I aim fa da heart better call up ya medic
Im giving em shots like the bitch diabetic
I stay wit da gas i stay wit da loud
U rlly want smoke then we blowin them clouds
Can't fuck wit yo plug u be smokin dat mild
U robbin the grams im juggin the pounds
I dont want the pussy bitch open ya mouth
Give me good neck then im kicking her out
Im getting this money young nigga in route
Im bussin yo bitch i fucked her on the couch
Fuck allat talking just run me the cash
Niggas hate me cause i ran up a bag
Im getting money now i got me sum cash
Goten the plug now im doing the dash
I got money and these niggas got mad
Your bitch wana fuck cause i stay in my bag
I used to be broke left that shit in the past
Your bitch on my dick she be callin me dad
Keep a Big Mac like it’s Mickey Ds
Flip a pack like a burger and get the cheese
Freaky bitch wit a ass like a Georgia peach
Turn around lemme smash ooo I’m finna skeet
Got a Glock and it came wit a 50 piece
Put some ice on my neck bitch I’m finna freeze
Ran it up bout to flex think I’m Hercules
Wanna a feat from the kid gotta pay the fee
This Choppa turn all beef into leftovers try me nigga you dunzo
Bitch I got a big K for the cappin niggas now they really don’t want smoke
I’m giving out more shots than a hangover paint him red like enough jokes
My shooters pull up and they finna wet shit they turn hoodies to rain coats
He talkin down imma catch him in traffic
Me and xanix makin hits like it’s madden
These niggas fake like a Barbie thru plastic
Top off the coupe got me workin my magic
Trip to the bank 50 racks got me laughin
I keep a tech if these niggas want static
I had that bitch throw it back issa classic
Ass from the hood but her face from the pageant
Try my whole team and we shoot at the opps
Play wit my cash and we aim at yo top
Bro got the sticks and i stay wit the mop
Big backwoods ian smokin no reggie
Keep big sticks kno the shit can get heavy
I aim fa da heart better call up ya medic
Im giving em shots like the bitch diabetic
I stay wit da gas i stay wit da loud
U rlly want smoke then we blowin them clouds
Can't fuck wit yo plug u be smokin dat mild
U robbin the grams im juggin the pounds
I dont want the pussy bitch open ya mouth
Give me good neck then im kicking her out
Im getting this money young nigga in route
Im bussin yo bitch i fucked her on the couch
Fuck allat talking just run me the cash
Niggas hate me cause i ran up a bag
Im getting money now i got me sum cash
Goten the plug now im doing the dash
I got money and these niggas got mad
Your bitch wana fuck cause i stay in my bag
I used to be broke left that shit in the past
Your bitch on my dick she be callin me dad
Keep a Big Mac like it’s Mickey Ds
Flip a pack like a burger and get the cheese
Freaky bitch wit a ass like a Georgia peach
Turn around lemme smash ooo I’m finna skeet
Got a Glock and it came wit a 50 piece
Put some ice on my neck bitch I’m finna freeze
Ran it up bout to flex think I’m Hercules
Wanna a feat from the kid gotta pay the fee
This Choppa turn all beef into leftovers try me nigga you dunzo
Bitch I got a big K for the cappin niggas now they really don’t want smoke
I’m giving out more shots than a hangover paint him red like enough jokes
My shooters pull up and they finna wet shit they turn hoodies to rain coats
He talkin down imma catch him in traffic
Me and xanix makin hits like it’s madden
These niggas fake like a Barbie thru plastic
Top off the coupe got me workin my magic
Trip to the bank 50 racks got me laughin
I keep a tech if these niggas want static
I had that bitch throw it back issa classic
Ass from the hood but her face from the pageant