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Yung Tory

"In My Bag"

[Chorus: Yung Tory]
b*tch, I'm up, in my bag
Spend a bag, get it back
I want her, her ass fat
I smoke dope, that gas pack
I'm in space, I won't lie
Hit that b*tch, gave her back
I'm that n*gga, yes, I am
I don't think they understand
I'm the man, that's a fact
You got mad, I got cash
n*ggas funny, I might laugh
Drunk as f*ck, I might crash
Cookin' up in the lab
Spend a bag and I get it right back
n*ggas mad so I get it my bag
Get in my bag

[Verse 1: Fetty Wap]
Drip when I splash, I'ma drip when I pass, ayy
Whip cost a bag, get a whip, do the dash, baby
Thick and she bad, told that b*tch stay in her bag, baby
Rich so I'm braggin', my left wrist, that's a dragon
I stay rich from the trap, baby, uh, ain't no cap
Hit his block, double back, baby, then throw the straps
For my gang, chuck my P's up, baby, we gon' scrap
Try the gang, gon' leave Jesus hangin' 'round your neck, yeah baby
I'm so stuck in my ways, baby, keep gettin' money all day
Please stop rollin' that haze, baby, b*tch, I ain't smokin' no haze
I ain't tryna f*ck you where I stay, baby, b*tch, get out of my face
Got n*ggas that got what you need, baby, they be in the trap all day

[Chorus: Yung Tory]
b*tch, I'm up, in my bag
Spend a bag, get it back
I want her, her ass fat
I smoke dope, that gas pack
I'm in space, I won't lie
Hit that b*tch, gave her back
I'm that n*gga, yes, I am
I don't think they understand
I'm the man, that's a fact
You got mad, I got cash
n*ggas funny, I might laugh
Drunk as f*ck, I might crash
Cookin' up in the lab
Spend a bag and I get it right back
n*ggas mad so I get it my bag
Get in my bag

[Verse 2: Yung Tory]
Get in my bag, yeah
I spend them racks again
I just might crash the Benz
I just might smash your friend
It was an accident
I'm the sh*t like I'm laxative
n*ggas funny, we laugh at them
You n*ggas cap ass, yeah
I'm in the stu' 'til the morning
You was hating on me, I was touring
Why they be on my di*k? I ignored them
Come get your b*tch 'cause she whoring
Had to show you a way, you was snoring
Now I'm moving up, money growing
sh*ttin' on all of my old friends
No, I ain't checkin' on none these b*tches
'Cause when you down, they ain't f*ckin' with you
Go try that sh*t with another n*gga
These n*ggas lame, I ain't f*ckin' with 'em
Bro keep a stick, yeah, he tuck it with him
She can't play me like a sucker n*gga
He gettin' busted, n*gga

[Chorus: Yung Tory]
b*tch, I'm up, in my bag
Spend a bag, get it back
I want her, her ass fat
I smoke dope, that gas pack
I'm in space, I won't lie
Hit that b*tch, gave her back
I'm that n*gga, yes, I am
I don't think they understand
I'm the man, that's a fact
You got mad, I got cash
n*ggas funny, I might laugh
Drunk as f*ck, I might crash
Cookin' up in the lab
Spend a bag and I get it right back
n*ggas mad so I get it my bag
Get in my bag, whoa

[Outro]
My b*tch in my phone, she trippin' again

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