Professa Gabel - Bag (feat. Stunnaman02 & Zemyran) Lyrics

Would you let me hit if I wasn't in my bag
Would you hit my phone if I wasn't in my bag
Would you be here if I wasn't in my bag
You wouldn't be here if I wasn't in my bag
I was sittin on candy
You was playing with your nose
I was all up in my bag
You was playing with these hoes
You don't think we know what you was on last night
Spendin in the club, and your bag ain't right

Bitch I'm in my bag like some groceries
Cutting off the fakes and the phonies
Baby I can't chill, I ain't even with the homies
Got the speakers knocking and the bag on my lonely
Don't matter if you owe me
Nigga I ain't pressed
Bitch I'm in my bag, I'm just focused on these checks
I'm passing up the pussy, I don't even want the neck
Tell me how some head gon' take my mama out them jets
How she getting out them jets
Now I got the juice like Jamba
Done with these bitches, I ain't dealing with they drama
If I
Focus on her shit and she ain't starting up no problems
Got her pussy in my mouth like a pack of new mamas

Would you let me hit if I wasn't in my bag
Would you hit my phone if I wasn't in my bag
Would you be here if I wasn't in my bag
You wouldn't be here if I wasn't in my bag

Pulled up, double parked and rolled up
She asked where I'm at, said I'm sliding
Hold up, I gotta fill this bag full of ones and placements
I'm taking too long, move on, no waiting
The hours in a day go away with patience
And vacate complacent situations
Facelift fallacies, frequent facades
I ain't trying to start saying that I need me a job
Blowing weed in a garage, trying to leave a mirage
Y'all always base your day off if people respond
Lead ons, be gone
Y'all jealous and mad
Would you be sitting in my bucket if I wasn't in my
Bag

Would you let me hit if I wasn't in my bag
Would you hit my phone if I wasn't in my bag
Would you be here if I wasn't in my bag
You wouldn't be here if I wasn't in my bag
I was sitting on a bad day
You was playing with your nose
I was all up in my bag
You was playing with these hoes
You don't think we know what you was on last night
Spending in the club, and your bag ain't right