CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Inna Bag
Yeah, what bag I'm in? (It's with a K, dumbass)
KrispyLife, oh, no, I f**ked up
b*t*h
Better get your mans, or we gon' keep beefin'
Young dog'll do my dirty work for a deep dish pizza
If I f**k, I will not be leavin'
If you text a n***a back, "Hey," I'ma think you cheatin'
iPhone user makin' rolls off the flippies
I'm intoxicated, I just took her soul off the Remy
She a dime b*t*h, but I'll never throw her ass a penny
We all know Glocks ain't got no safety, but I got more straps than Jimmy
Told the hood I was comin' back in a Bentley
sh*t real, so we gotta take the chopstick in Benis
Drop two hundred out this b*t*h, got a Glock, Smith, the fifty
I ain't tryna wrestle with nobody, I'll pop me a n***a
Clip shoot for seven days, so I'ma keep on squeezin'
Call Mike, he don't stay far, he close by Beecher
Got an E on an important test and almost burned my teacher
Hit a n***a on top his waves, and I left him dreamin'
Knew we was gon' blow before it happened, I'm a visionary
I was sellin' real ice cream next to Ben & Jerry's
Ghetto Boy soldiers, b*t*h, we the new military
That new FN pack more horses than an engine carry
We bought four Perc-10s from Chuck and a six from Barry
Had to turn the flashlight on, it was gettin' scary
Put the red beam on his head, I bet I hit his cherry
n***a, you ain't really from the Fifth, I sold a brick on
Ever got into it with a n***a with more money than you?
I can tell that you broke, and you knew I knew
On house arrest, I had no pops, so I did the juice
b*t*h suck my d**k 'cause I'm fat and I'm kind of cute
I seen five friends, and I'm claimin' two
Gave Rio one and I'm savin' two
Beat dog ass with brass knuckles and Mace him too
Mike smokin' zazas, and he facin' too
My b*t*h made me rice with some fish that was panfried
Please approach me the right way, read the fan guide
I'll drop a hundred out the chop until my hand tired
Thirty racks for this plain-face Rollie, but the band diamond
b*t*h, and it match my chain
Me and bro came up with a plan, we get racks the same
Doggy ain't never shot sh*t, I got an active aim
I prayed to God for a whole brick, then the package came
Man, y'all n***as out cold, bruh, y'all gon' let me go to sleep
It's the next day, I gotta do my eight, alright
He did a half-spin when I shot the fin, that's one-eighty
Cash Kidd with the glass red, please pray I make it
Got insurance on that pint, I'ma take it back and say I breaked it
Oh, he just dropped another whip? I'ma finna make 'em paint it
Don't talk to me 'bout broke sh*t, you gon' make me laugh
Mike f**ked my b*t*h without a Mag', it didn't make me mad
b*t*h, don't do that when we in traffic, you gon' make me crash
Just bust a date with a young b*t*h that look like Stacey Dash
Man, we should've left that n***a sleep
f**k
KrispyLife, oh, no, I f**ked up
b*t*h
Better get your mans, or we gon' keep beefin'
Young dog'll do my dirty work for a deep dish pizza
If I f**k, I will not be leavin'
If you text a n***a back, "Hey," I'ma think you cheatin'
iPhone user makin' rolls off the flippies
I'm intoxicated, I just took her soul off the Remy
She a dime b*t*h, but I'll never throw her ass a penny
We all know Glocks ain't got no safety, but I got more straps than Jimmy
Told the hood I was comin' back in a Bentley
sh*t real, so we gotta take the chopstick in Benis
Drop two hundred out this b*t*h, got a Glock, Smith, the fifty
I ain't tryna wrestle with nobody, I'll pop me a n***a
Clip shoot for seven days, so I'ma keep on squeezin'
Call Mike, he don't stay far, he close by Beecher
Got an E on an important test and almost burned my teacher
Hit a n***a on top his waves, and I left him dreamin'
Knew we was gon' blow before it happened, I'm a visionary
I was sellin' real ice cream next to Ben & Jerry's
Ghetto Boy soldiers, b*t*h, we the new military
That new FN pack more horses than an engine carry
We bought four Perc-10s from Chuck and a six from Barry
Had to turn the flashlight on, it was gettin' scary
Put the red beam on his head, I bet I hit his cherry
n***a, you ain't really from the Fifth, I sold a brick on
Ever got into it with a n***a with more money than you?
I can tell that you broke, and you knew I knew
On house arrest, I had no pops, so I did the juice
b*t*h suck my d**k 'cause I'm fat and I'm kind of cute
I seen five friends, and I'm claimin' two
Gave Rio one and I'm savin' two
Beat dog ass with brass knuckles and Mace him too
Mike smokin' zazas, and he facin' too
My b*t*h made me rice with some fish that was panfried
Please approach me the right way, read the fan guide
I'll drop a hundred out the chop until my hand tired
Thirty racks for this plain-face Rollie, but the band diamond
b*t*h, and it match my chain
Me and bro came up with a plan, we get racks the same
Doggy ain't never shot sh*t, I got an active aim
I prayed to God for a whole brick, then the package came
Man, y'all n***as out cold, bruh, y'all gon' let me go to sleep
It's the next day, I gotta do my eight, alright
He did a half-spin when I shot the fin, that's one-eighty
Cash Kidd with the glass red, please pray I make it
Got insurance on that pint, I'ma take it back and say I breaked it
Oh, he just dropped another whip? I'ma finna make 'em paint it
Don't talk to me 'bout broke sh*t, you gon' make me laugh
Mike f**ked my b*t*h without a Mag', it didn't make me mad
b*t*h, don't do that when we in traffic, you gon' make me crash
Just bust a date with a young b*t*h that look like Stacey Dash
Man, we should've left that n***a sleep
f**k
