Stay In Ya Bag

(アルバム： Who Am I? - 2023)

Yeah, Longway, Longway
(His name is Kino Beats)
Know what I'm sayin'?

Yeah, I been trapping, selling zaza
The stick gon' match your vibe and I can't wait to send you bye-bye
Her ass ain't matching her thigh, can't come at a nigga like me talking 'bout paying for pussy
Chopping in two different bags, I'm trapping and rapping, the back end, spend it on bud
I used to be dozing off and pouring up drank so dark, you could taste the sud
Box it and punch it to A-town, Sprinklez so strong, you smell it, you taste the bud
I done took so many L's with so many bills, all a nigga wanna see is a W
Good game, auntie always told me, and fuck it, then I'll book the W
Stay down, stack up the paper, don't never look back, go get what's in front of you
I been chasing this dream, still on a marathon, all my whips, they Nip' blue
Seven days, still trapping the traphouse, twelve o'clock, I get it shipped through
You can go call your plug and tell him that pack he sent straight boo-boo

Run your money up, them niggas stay inside your bag (Run it up)
Having the Sprinklez, we put in the Goyard, don't do turkey bags or black bags
I'm a real trapper, I can sell you what you wanna
Told my country boy the same thing, meet me 'round the corner
All these damn gas bags, shit smell like ammonia
I sip so much syrup, I don't even think I caught corona
All these damn falcon plays, I feel like I'm the owner
Ain't cuffing on none of these bitches, I'm just tryna bone her

Everything COD, no favors, ain't no loan, lil' nigga
I'm Jude right youngest baby, you know I'm on point, ain't no hoeing no nigga (Judy baby)
I spin shit one-deep, when I'm shooting shit, sound like four niggas (Baow)
It's a must that I eat, all my family first, no broke niggas
These streets get cold as hell, when it's hot outside, get your coat, lil' nigga
These hoes go faster than me, they fuck as I'm driving the boat, lil' nigga
And I'm going fast
I go to the Waco and reup with bags, 220 the dash
Yeah, a fuck nigga play, he gon' lay where he play, .223 on his ass (Baow)
Tell my niggas to come up, we went with plan, ran that shit up off of slabs
I'm a boss, still trap in the back of the Benz, in my outfit, that's my lab
I got me something thick and something pretty, she tell her to bend over, gripping her ass
They said the pack on a layaway, know what I did? Put that shit on the cab

Run your money up, them niggas stay inside your bag
Having the Sprinklez, we put in the Goyard, don't do turkey bags or black bags
I'm a real trapper, I can sell you what you wanna
Told my country boy the same thing, meet me 'round the corner
All these damn gas bags, shit smell like ammonia
I sip so much syrup, I don't even think I caught corona
All these damn falcon plays, I feel like I'm the owner
Ain't cuffing on none of these bitches, I'm just tryna bone her