Jaah Slt In My Bag (feat. Erica Banks)
[Intro]
(Fluss), I'm punchin' in
Ooh, okay
No help, nigga (Woah), I'm straight (I'm straight)
Where it at? (Where it at?), on the way (On the way)
Pray to God every day we straight (We straight)
We go up (We go up), it don't stop (It don't stop)
Down the street, tell a nigga come cop (Come cop)
Blue lights, don't care, we don't stop (We don't stop)
I can't wait 'til we all at the top
[Verse 1]
I don't go back and forth with a bitch, she can have it
I'm a first-born f..ck-up, shit's so tragic
Make shit disappear like a nigga do magic
And I got a couple O's, fresh in, no taxin'
Work three-six-five and I'm still living fine
I don't like no books, that's a waste of my time
I don't like how she act, even though she a dime
With a face on ten, attitude on five
Like hold up, bitch, no, I'm not crazy
Talk to myself 'cause I know God hear me
Me against the world, can't no one change me
Yeah, we f..cked up, run up on we
Life be a bitch, never came up rich
Been with the same niggas and I swear they never switch
Got three times two, leave a nigga in the ditch
And I dress like a bum, man, I still kill a 'fit
[Chorus]
(Huh, yeah), in my bag right now and I'm chillin'
(Huh, yeah), in my bag right now and I'm chillin'
(Huh, yeah), in my bag right now and I'm chillin'
(Huh, yeah), in my bag right now and I'm chillin'
(Huh, yeah), in my bag right now and I'm chillin'
(Huh, yeah), in my bag right now and I'm chillin'
(Huh, yeah), in my bag right now and I'm chillin' (Fluss)
(Huh, yeah), in my bag right now and I'm chillin' (Bitch)
[Verse 2]
Huh, Jaah so fire, he'll turn shit up
I'm a blonde head nigga, I don't even give a f..ck
From the 704, so you know we all tough
Got packs on stacks on all good stuff
I ain't never gon' run, told nigga we can scrap it out
I'll take a L 'fore a nigga start dippin' out
I'ma be me, I ain't never gon' chase the clout
Who is you hittin', nigga? F..ck what you talkin' 'bout
Mmm, goddamn, I smell that cap
That shit too strong, you can have that back
My brother my nigga, I got your back
We in it, we stuck, we f..cked like that
And we stay down, bitch, don't ever fold
Ain't talking 'bout shit that shouldn't be told
And run up on we like damn, you bold
Stomp a nigga out (Goddamn), ooh, cold
Huh, in my bag right now and I'm chillin'
Huh, around hoes, you always be actin'
Huh, around gang, you always be cappin'
Huh, around me, you always be talkin'
Like goddamn, shut the f..ck up
I know I'm just rantin', but I gotta keep a buck
Give one, no two, no three damn f..cks
And he walked in this bitch like, "Nigga, so what?"
[Chorus]
(Huh, yeah), in my bag right now and I'm chillin'
(Huh, yeah), in my bag right now and I'm chillin'
(Huh, yeah), in my bag right now and I'm chillin'
(Huh, yeah), in my bag right now and I'm chillin'
(Huh, yeah), in my bag right now and I'm chillin'
(Huh, yeah), in my bag right now and I'm chillin'
(Huh, yeah), in my bag right now and I'm chillin' (Fluss)
(Huh, yeah), in my bag right now and I'm chillin'