392 Lil Head
In My Bag
24 shit
Aye
I ain't really never just felt like I been in my bag on some s**t

Aye

This one for the opps get y'all chain back
Y'all lost your way out the hood can't get Paid back
I don't even be in the streets I be laid back
Tryna catch me turnin in I shot James mag
I be wit Sticcs we out bendin catch an opp
If you score don't go to the gram bout what you drop
I'm tryna drop a 5 I need a pop (who got some wok?)
Nah I'm tryna a 5 he gettin popped (he gettin dropped)
If I don't got pole, guarantee he gettin socked
Meech check yo b***h crib guarantee you see my socks
N***a f**k this whip I'm gettin out
Stop talkin we don't do s**t we seen yo pops
Yeah f**k yo dead members they get pissed on
All my opps under rocks like the Flinstones
Yo b***h p***y water, I got drenched on
Cookie lemme see yo Cuban, oh that b***h gone!
(Hahaha)
B***h you ain't stayin here get a lyft home
She can't take the whole d**k she gettin tipped on
Yo eyes better be open more than my flip phone
Soon as you close em you gettin sent home
This s**t I'm tryna catch don't got side effects
Key wrist hit harder than Ron Artest
When I'm around the bank I'm around the check
How you let a n***a take sumn and put it around his neck
N***a, you n***as weird as hell