Yea bitch
Lil Seoul
Heaven's Entertainment Influence
Foot on the gas I'm in my bag
F*cking that bitch and we chill at the pad
We keeping sticks like we stay in Chiraq
She popping that pussy think she fell in love
Gold on my slugs baby wassup
She swallow nut I give no f*ck
Lets get the bucks
Run that shit up
F*ck that shit up
I turn that shit up
Sip out my cup and its drop
They not welcome on the block
We got some choppas got Glocks
Hundred round drums it won't stop
Im headed straight to the drop
Heard yo mixtape was a flop
All these rubber bands gon pop
Sip on this lean its not pop
Backwood smoking
Bad bitch deep throwing
We got big choppas bot it a leave yo ass soaking
Ain't not debating
I'm staying real while you faking
Money the paper I'm chasing
Pack so strong think I laced it
Pop up on yo ass like I'm Jason
Riding two seater wit a basic hoe
Planting more seeds watch this bankroll grow
I don't give a f*ck what you think no more
Young nigga headed to the bank right now
Cash in my face I can't think right now
Boy we too fast don't blink right now
Diamonds on me dripping like a sink right now
Foot on the gas I'm in my bag
F*cking that bitch and we chill at the pad
We keeping sticks like we stay in Chiraq
She popping that pussy think she fell in love
Gold on my slugs baby wassup
She swallow nut I give no f*ck
Lets get the bucks
Run that shit up
F*ck that shit up
I turn that shit up
I'm in my bag smoking straight out the pound
I blow a bag I don't check the amount
I f*ck a bitch and trap out her house
The bands in the wall the kush in the couch
I'm the young nigga with gas on the south
Niggas police keep my name out yo mouth
What the f*ck do they be talking about
If they talk down they know it's going down
Trap house party
Racked up shawty
Gas up the Rari nigga I don't say sorry
Sipping on lean boy I don't drink Bacardi
Imma hit the gas and I'm only getting started
Shawty give me good brain think she went to Harvard
Imma paint her face like a motherf*cking artist
Creep down the block creep on my opps
That bitch a freak I shoot my shot
Double my cup and they filled to the top
All of my pockets is filled up wit gwap
Niggas be capping they just love to talk
I love that lean get that drip from my walk
If you want work gotta come see the boss
She give me top while I trap out the loft
I stack my money and stack it up tall
I'm wit the gang f*ck em we ball
Foot on the gas I'm in my bag
F*cking that bitch and we chill at the pad
We keeping sticks like we stay in Chiraq
She popping that pussy think she fell in love
Gold on my slugs baby wassup
She swallow nut I give no f*ck
Lets get the bucks
Run that shit up
F*ck that shit up
I turn that shit up
Triple6Seoul - IN MY BAG (feat. $t.Nick) Lyrics
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Yea bitch
Lil Seoul
Heaven's Entertainment Influence
Foot on the gas I'm in my bag
F*cking that bitch and we chill at the pad
We keeping sticks like we stay in Chiraq
She popping that pussy think she fell in love
Gold on my slugs baby wassup
She swallow nut I give no f*ck
Lets get the bucks
Run that shit up
F*ck that shit up
I turn that shit up
Sip out my cup and its drop
They not welcome on the block
We got some choppas got Glocks
Hundred round drums it won't stop
Im headed straight to the drop
Heard yo mixtape was a flop
All these rubber bands gon pop
Sip on this lean its not pop
Backwood smoking
Bad bitch deep throwing
We got big choppas bot it a leave yo ass soaking
Ain't not debating
I'm staying real while you faking
Money the paper I'm chasing
Pack so strong think I laced it
Pop up on yo ass like I'm Jason
Riding two seater wit a basic hoe
Planting more seeds watch this bankroll grow
I don't give a f*ck what you think no more
Young nigga headed to the bank right now
Cash in my face I can't think right now
Boy we too fast don't blink right now
Diamonds on me dripping like a sink right now
Foot on the gas I'm in my bag
F*cking that bitch and we chill at the pad
We keeping sticks like we stay in Chiraq
She popping that pussy think she fell in love
Gold on my slugs baby wassup
She swallow nut I give no f*ck
Lets get the bucks
Run that shit up
F*ck that shit up
I turn that shit up
I'm in my bag smoking straight out the pound
I blow a bag I don't check the amount
I f*ck a bitch and trap out her house
The bands in the wall the kush in the couch
I'm the young nigga with gas on the south
Niggas police keep my name out yo mouth
What the f*ck do they be talking about
If they talk down they know it's going down
Trap house party
Racked up shawty
Gas up the Rari nigga I don't say sorry
Sipping on lean boy I don't drink Bacardi
Imma hit the gas and I'm only getting started
Shawty give me good brain think she went to Harvard
Imma paint her face like a motherf*cking artist
Creep down the block creep on my opps
That bitch a freak I shoot my shot
Double my cup and they filled to the top
All of my pockets is filled up wit gwap
Niggas be capping they just love to talk
I love that lean get that drip from my walk
If you want work gotta come see the boss
She give me top while I trap out the loft
I stack my money and stack it up tall
I'm wit the gang f*ck em we ball
Foot on the gas I'm in my bag
F*cking that bitch and we chill at the pad
We keeping sticks like we stay in Chiraq
She popping that pussy think she fell in love
Gold on my slugs baby wassup
She swallow nut I give no f*ck
Lets get the bucks
Run that shit up
F*ck that shit up
I turn that shit up
Lil Seoul
Heaven's Entertainment Influence
Foot on the gas I'm in my bag
F*cking that bitch and we chill at the pad
We keeping sticks like we stay in Chiraq
She popping that pussy think she fell in love
Gold on my slugs baby wassup
She swallow nut I give no f*ck
Lets get the bucks
Run that shit up
F*ck that shit up
I turn that shit up
Sip out my cup and its drop
They not welcome on the block
We got some choppas got Glocks
Hundred round drums it won't stop
Im headed straight to the drop
Heard yo mixtape was a flop
All these rubber bands gon pop
Sip on this lean its not pop
Backwood smoking
Bad bitch deep throwing
We got big choppas bot it a leave yo ass soaking
Ain't not debating
I'm staying real while you faking
Money the paper I'm chasing
Pack so strong think I laced it
Pop up on yo ass like I'm Jason
Riding two seater wit a basic hoe
Planting more seeds watch this bankroll grow
I don't give a f*ck what you think no more
Young nigga headed to the bank right now
Cash in my face I can't think right now
Boy we too fast don't blink right now
Diamonds on me dripping like a sink right now
Foot on the gas I'm in my bag
F*cking that bitch and we chill at the pad
We keeping sticks like we stay in Chiraq
She popping that pussy think she fell in love
Gold on my slugs baby wassup
She swallow nut I give no f*ck
Lets get the bucks
Run that shit up
F*ck that shit up
I turn that shit up
I'm in my bag smoking straight out the pound
I blow a bag I don't check the amount
I f*ck a bitch and trap out her house
The bands in the wall the kush in the couch
I'm the young nigga with gas on the south
Niggas police keep my name out yo mouth
What the f*ck do they be talking about
If they talk down they know it's going down
Trap house party
Racked up shawty
Gas up the Rari nigga I don't say sorry
Sipping on lean boy I don't drink Bacardi
Imma hit the gas and I'm only getting started
Shawty give me good brain think she went to Harvard
Imma paint her face like a motherf*cking artist
Creep down the block creep on my opps
That bitch a freak I shoot my shot
Double my cup and they filled to the top
All of my pockets is filled up wit gwap
Niggas be capping they just love to talk
I love that lean get that drip from my walk
If you want work gotta come see the boss
She give me top while I trap out the loft
I stack my money and stack it up tall
I'm wit the gang f*ck em we ball
Foot on the gas I'm in my bag
F*cking that bitch and we chill at the pad
We keeping sticks like we stay in Chiraq
She popping that pussy think she fell in love
Gold on my slugs baby wassup
She swallow nut I give no f*ck
Lets get the bucks
Run that shit up
F*ck that shit up
I turn that shit up
Writer: Andrew Smith, Nick Packer
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.