Son.Wts - In His Bag Lyrics

I'ma nigga in his bag
Always dripping with the swag

If that bitch just wanna smash
I'ma hit her from the back

If it make her nigga mad
Take a picture with the flash

Suck her titties, grip the ass
Make her ride it, whip it fast

I'm getting to the cash
Quicker then flash

Only friends that I had, was the pen and pad
And every Sin isn't Bad

They ain't ya friends if they mad
I'm specifically sp-spitting the facts

Take my advice, or give it back
I'm just tryna sit on stacks

A f*ckin mice is still a rat
They be lion on these cats

If you lying on these tracks
They gone find out where you at

They gone find you on the map
Put that price up on (Upon) your hat

It's some mice that squealed
That be still up in the trap
Play yo cards or get yo dealer jacked
With this knife I'm finna stab
His wife I'm finna grab
Take his life and hitch a cab
Shooters call up Uber, and let the driver Lyft his ass
Wet em up, and let the fire from the dryer hit his ass
When future took his mask off, niggas was dying in the past
Slaying them giants, David Goliath, then titans finna clash
Sleep with a choppa, leave them bed bugs biting yo ass

I'ma nigga in his bag
Always dripping with the swag
Always dripping with the swag
Always dripping with the swag
Take this picture with the flash
It's gone make a nigga mad
I'm getting lit like laser tag
She in her feelings, break her back