In My Bag (Extended)

[Chorus]

I hopped out my bag, bitch I'm in my bag

Revenge on my back, get the last laugh

Choppa in my bag, like it's Afghan

I'm cranky as hell, I just took my last Xan

That bitch eating white pills like she Pac-Man

High as fuck, swinging through them trees like I'm Tarzan

Bi as fuck, she gon' fuck on me then her best friend

Bruce Wayne, I'm in all black like I'm Batman

[Verse]

Hit the curb, put it in reverse, yeah I had to swerve

Fuckin' with my green, I'ma shoot, feel like Larry Bird

I know that my fans are the youth, they feel every word

Feel like superman in the booth, going ham in the booth

R-E-V-E-N-G-E on my body

Bad bitch say she gon' ride likе a Kawasaki

All this ice, choppa hockey stick, but I ain't playing hockey

Feel likе Stevie Wonder, right

I can't see nobody, right

In that ghost like Poltergeist

Way she ride this dick, she treat it like a motorbike

After I get my nut, I tell her that it's over right (Yeah, it's over right)

Then I hit my plug for that lean, sip it over ice

[Chorus]

I hopped out my bag, bitch I'm in my bag

Revenge on my back, get the last laugh

Choppa in my bag, like it's Afghan

I'm cranky as hell, I just took my last Xan

That bitch eating white pills like she Pac-Man

High as fuck, swinging through them trees like I'm Tarzan

Bi as fuck, she gon' fuck on me then her best friend

Bruce Wayne, I'm in all black like I'm Batman

[Verse 2]

Don't look at the card, no, uh, ayy

Bitches they be scanning like some bar codes, uh, ayy

Swimming in her pussy, I'm a shark, oh, uh

Watch for the narcs while I take a narco, uh

Watch for the narcs while I take a narco, uh, ayy

Swimming in her pussy like a shark, ho, uh, ayy

Bitches they be scanning like a bar code, uh, ayy

GTA, I pull up to Los Santos, uh, ayy

Load it up, ain't running out of ammo, uh, ayy

Tickle me, tickle me, bitches like they Elmo, uh, ayy

Sticking to this money like the Velcro, um, ayy

Say you getting money, nigga, hell no, uh

No Adidas but this block'll give you shell toes, uh, ayy

Balling on these niggas, feel like D Rose, uh, ayy

I'ma steal your bike like Debo, yeah, uh-huh, ayy

Bitch, on the loose, kill a nigga, grab the news

Fuck the lies, I want the truth, right? Yeah, ayy, ooh, ayy

On the news, kill a nigga, grab the news

Fuck the lies, I want the truth, right? Uh, ayy

Freestyle shit but I don't ever write, huh

I don't ever write

I remember when they said I wouldn't be shit, uh

Now a nigga dripping got these niggas sea sick

Prolly run up on 'em shoot without a reason, uh

I can make it rain all four seasons, uh

At the W you staying at the double tree, uh

You ain't getting cash, get the fuck away from me, uh

That lil hoe a groupie slut so she can't stay with me, uh

She get on her knees but she ain't 'bout to pray for me, yeah, ayy, uh, uh

Brand new whip, brand new bitch

Give me head, psychiatrist

Fly like auto pilot shit, uh, yeah

Gun on librarian got the silent tip, uh, ayy, uh, uh

Told that bitch: "Forget the tip, just throw the shit"

Run up on me, it's over with

You ain't crank like Soulja did, yeah, ain't like Soulja did

You ain't nigga, you soviet

Life's a gamble, ain't no poker chips, uh

Bitch I'm high as fuck, I'm tryna fuck, not sober shit, yeah, ayy

Shoutout to G-Herbo 'cause I ball out, everything

I am married to the gang but I bought that bitch a wedding ring, uh

I bought hella things, uh, watch the vessels sing

Got the tool up on my hip, heavy metal king

[Verse 3]

...skate, uh-huh, uh

She ain't tryna fuck, I made her escape, uh

World-bound, she ain't tryna go to work today

Call out, feel like Kobe Bryant in his prime

Ball out, if you wanna shoot with the guns bring 'em all out, uh

Bring 'em all out, uh, bring 'em all out

If you wanna shoot grab the guns, bring 'em all out, uh

Bring 'em all out, ayy, bring 'em all out, uh

Bring 'em all out, ayy, bring 'em all out, uh, uh

I be with the gang, super fresh-fresh-fresh, uh

Grim Reaper, bitch, I'm fresh to death-death, uh, ayy

Breaking Bad, just like crystal meth-meth, uh

If you throw the pass, I'ma intercept-cept, uh, ayy

Got your bitch on me, she giving neck-neck, uh, ayy

Pull up on the scene, I got the Tec-Tec, uh

Grip my Tec, pour up drink, that's the high tech, uh

Mix that shit with the Perc', hard to digest, uh

I was just another kid from the projects, uh

I've been tryna get it in, in the projects, uh

Lord knows that I sinned in the projects, uh

I don't know where to begin, in the projects, huh

But a nigga got out on the bigger things, uh

Fuck that ring pop-out, went and bought a diamond ring, uh

At the skate shop, kick flip, board-walk, uh

Up in Cali', fucking on a broad-walk, uh, uh

She ain't tryna fuck, I made her escape, uh

World-bound, she ain't tryna go to work today

Call out, feel like Kobe Bryant in his prime

Ball out, if you wanna shoot with the guns bring 'em all out, uh (Ya' dig?)

Bring 'em all out, uh (Ya' dig?), bring 'em all out

If you wanna shoot bring the guns, bring 'em all out, uh (Skrt, skrt, skrt, ya' dig?)

Bring 'em all out, ayy, bring 'em all out, uh

Bring 'em all out, ayy, bring 'em all out, uh, uh (Grrah, grrah, grrah)

I be with the gang, super fresh-fresh-fresh, uh

Grim Reaper, bitch, I'm fresh to death-death, uh, ayy (Ya' dig?)

Breaking Bad, just like crystal meth-meth, uh (Ya' dig?)

If you throw the pass, I'ma intercept-cept, uh, ayy (Go)

Got your bitch on me, she giving neck-neck, uh, ayy (Haha)

Pull up on the scene, I got the Tec-Tec, uh (Grrah, grrah, grrah)

Grip my Tec, pour up drink, that's the high tech, uh (Lean)

Mix that shit with the Perc', hard to digest, uh (Ya' dig?)

I was just another kid from the projects, uh (The gutter)

I've been tryna get it in, in the projects, uh (The gutter)

Lord knows that I sinned in the projects, uh (The gutter)

I don't know where to begin, in the projects, huh (The gutters)

But a nigga got out on the bigger things, uh (Uh-huh)

Fuck that ring pop-out, went and bought a wedding ring, uh (Uh-huh)

At the skate shop, kick flip, board-walk, uh (Uh-huh, woof)

Up in Cali', fucking on a broad-walk, uh, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 4]

I'm gon' let my cash talk, uh, oof, uh

Fuck that bitch until she can't walk, oof, ayy, ayy

Pull up on the scene, oh

I ain't slime, but I can make a nigga bleed, whoa, whoa, ayy

Uh, ayy, I was doubled up

Got two bitches, they got double cups, grab them double cups

I got Lean, pour up, double cups, that shit not enough, ayy

You can catch me turned up, my life, [?], ayy

Choppa on my hip, I feel like I'm The Terminator

Got a bitch with two pistols, she look like The Tomb Raider, ayy

Red beam on that glizzy I feel like I'm Darth Vader, ayy

She gon' suck my dick and swallow all my kids layer, ayy

I don't really got no problems with nobody but

If you want it...

[Verse 5]

Rolling gas, pour that Act'

Run up, you get hit, 40 blast

Leave 'em in the past

When it come to cash

I'm gon count up fast

I'm about my bag

I hopped out my bag, bitch I'm 'bout my bag

I hopped out my bag, bitch I'm 'bout my bag

I hopped out my bag, Revenge on my back

I hopped out my bag, bitch I'm 'bout my bag

Ayy, huh, ayy, huh, uh, here you go, uh

Fresh to death, my Gucci shoes got a halo, uh

I go ape, oof, kinda like a Bape Coat

I'm finna spaz on that, start from top, haha

[Verse 6]

Hit the curb, put it on reverse, yeah I had to swerve

Do your worst, shitting on them bitches, used to give me dirt

Do it hurt? R-Kelly with 'em, uh, I'ma flirt

This song for the bitches that was tryna give a nigga dirt

Now I hurt they feelings, tell me baby: Do it really hurt?

Fucking with my money, prolly put you on a fucking shirt

Brand new gun, I can't wait to use it on they bitch-ass

Leave 'em leaking, he a pussy-nigga, maxipad

I'm the best, ain't nobody better than me mad

I'm a jackass, I feel like I'm

Flyer than an eagle, uh, you should check the wing span

Hit the curb, put it on reverse, yeah I had to swerve

Do your worst, flexing on these niggas that was hating, I know that hurt

Free up all my brothers up in prison they ain't say a word

Had to swerve, shorty twerking, piking up her mans

They threaten my life everyday, tell 'em: "Do their worst"

Mixing drugs up with the licor, talking with a slur

Feel like Superman in the booth, I'm so undisturbed

R-E-V-E-N-G-E on my body like— (Like—)

I'm in the party, off the Xans', Percs', have a Molly ride

Run a train on your main thing, that's a trolly ride

Stevie Wonder bout these niggas, I swear I can't see nobody

After I give her my nut I tell her it's over, right? Uh

Yeah it's over right

Then I hit my plug, I need Codeine, sip it over ice

Then I hit my plug, I need Codeine, bring it over ice

Then I hit the plug, I need drugs, sip 'em over ice

Uh-huh

[Bridge]

I hopped out my bag, bitch I'm in my bag

Revenge on my back, get the last laugh, huh

Gun up in my bag, that's from Afghan, huh

Gucci on my bag, you can't grab tha—

Fool I'm finna spaz on this bitch

That's finna be the chorus

Let me start from top, yeah

[Chorus]

I hopped out my bag, bitch I'm in my bag

Revenge on my back, get the last laugh

Choppa in my bag, like it's Afghan

I'm cranky as hell, I just took my last Xan

That bitch eating white pills like she Pac-Man

High as fuck, swinging through them trees like I'm Tarzan

Bi as fuck, she gon' fuck on me then her best friend

Bruce Wayne, I'm in all black like I'm Batman