Summrs, Smokingskul - In My Bag lyrics

Chapo

Ayy, who the fuck said I was duckin'?
(yeah, fah, taah, ayy)
Whole lot of pro tools and mags
These choppas got third party plug-ins
(Plug-ins)
Ayy, I do shit anyways like a third
Grader who not 'posed to be cussin'
(What, yeah) we wetting that crib
Make sure it don't function (yeah)
You sipping on Teva
You might as well sip 'Tussin
(Sip 'Tussin)
Five star dick, she said this shit bussin'
Ayy, I'm in my bag, bitch, I be dead in it
(I'm in my bag)
Modding the re-rock, putting some red in it
New snake skins
Bitch I might as well shed in it
If we talking bread
I know niggas ain't getting in it
(Ain't getting in it)
Like I know the answer, I'ma raise this arm
Niggas from the 'burbs
They don't mean no harm
Took you on a lick, you couldn't stay calm
(Pew, what you say?)
Bars in nigga, I can make a song
Your mans a rat and your bitch a mousе
Ayy, fit the baby Glock in the pouch
(In the pouch)
This Glock should'vе been a realtor 'cause
It make everyday a open house (Open house)
Choppa with a glitch on it
Imma make sure that it Wreck it Ralph
(Wreck it Ralph)
Your bitch said she don't suck dick
But when she with me, she open mouth
(yeah)

Lil Rino, you know how I bleed (Huh)
Came in this bitch with the 223 (Uh, huh)
Yeah, FMJ go through trees
We'll drop that pussy nigga like a leaf
(, blatt, yeah)
Yeah, nigga ain't taking my chain
Try to take my chain
I'ma straight flip your ass (Uh, huh)
She know I want her brain and
She want my fame, tell her
"I ain't into that" (yeah, haha)
Bitch, RIP Kaine, your boyfriend a lame
Tell him I ain't feeling that
(yeah, haha, I ain't feeling that, uh huh)
Yeah, driving this bitch insane, got a
(Brr, yeah, uh huh)
I'm in a big Maybach, lil'
Kan in the 'cat
I'm thinkin' 'bout going Track
(Blatt, huh)
She know my pockets fat and her ass fat
I'm thinkin' 'bout hittin' that
(Thinkin' like)
Huh, where is your money at?
(Where is your money at?)
Yeah, he Pontiac (a Pontiac)
That niggas a maniac (That niggas a maniac)
And you gon' get
I was broke, I ain't going back
(I was broke, I ain't going back)
I wanted my Prada bag
(I was up in my Prada bag)

Just run up, y'all thinkin' mad
(Uh huh, brr)

I wanted my Prada bag

I was in my bag (yeah)
And I'm in my Prada bag