In my bag freestyle Lyrics

I've been hurting, yeah, deep down inside

Told him that I'll see you on the other side

You told me that you loved me, but that was a lie

Roll a blunt, then smoke it to the face, yeah

You can't hang with us, you can't get in my lane, man

I don't fuck with you, cause your ass is a lame, man

Why you talk bout me, just say it to my face, man

You finna get jugged, no face is no case, man

You talk shit bout me, your ass finna get hanged, man

They don't fuck with me, but that's part of the game, man

I been getting racks, yeah, that's part of the plan

I been getting rest, now I am on demand

Finna fry his ass, we fry him like a pan

With a bad bitch, we flying Paris, France

That hoe, she got skills, she do it with no hands

Now they fuck with me, cause what is in my bag

I got racks, I got cash, I got blicks, I got sticks

Where's your bitch? She on my dick

You thought that was your hoe, but she ate my kids

Where you at? They askin' where I'm at

I'm in my bag, I'm in my fuckin' bag

I got racks, but then I had to double that

I'm with a ten, but then I had to double that

I got a 20, my pocket's heavy

I thought they was my friends, but they all envy

I had to put my pops in the LV

I had to put my mama in Fendi

I had to put my bitch in Fenty

Now they ask me, like, why your ass get fancy?

Cause I'm up, and you ain't

Cause you last, and I'm in first place

I never thought I'd see you in the first place

Come on, baby, let's go back to my place

Going crazy, smoking all that Mary Jane

Fuck a bust down, finna cop a plain Jane