IN MY BAG - Bobby Shmurda ft. LouGotCash

I'm runnin' with shooters

I'm in the cut, and I'm coolin

Niggas they made me do it

I made a hunnid at shows

Bitch I get paid to do it

You bitches get fucked for free

I never paid to do it

Back in my bag, for real

They jackin my swag, for real

These niggas thought I was done

I got them mad, for real

They know I'm paid, for real

Saint Lauren shades, for real

I'm 'bout to get on that pussy

Until she beg for real

Back in my bag for real

They jackin my swag, for real

These niggas they mad, for real

'Cause they bitches I had to kill

And they don't gang, for real

And they don't bang, for real

And they don't get paid, for real

See me you know them chains is real (Grrr)

Keep a .45 'cus I'm lit nigga (Grrr)

Keep a Draco with two sticks nigga (Grrr)

Get a ride around with that shh- nigga (Grrr)

Still ridin round with that shh- nigga (Grrr)

My bitch blonde, and she thick nigga

I don't stay calm 'bout shit nigga

I don't stay behind no bitch niggas

I came home, got rich niggas

I aim for game, quit nigga

Stay ten toes ain't snitch, nigga

Go up North, get big nigga (Ahh)

Still ridin round with that shit nigga (Grrr) (Ahh)

My pinkie ring a whole brick nigga (Grrr) (Ahh)

Gotta couple keys on my wrist nigga (Grrr) (Ahh)

Gotta Spanish 'ting in my whip nigga

And my brother bringing that shit nigga

Whole clips nigga, whole zips nigga

I could front you some, but that's it nigga

Be quick nigga, don't miss nigga

I could put you down but don't slip nigga

Don't fuck around with them bitch niggas

No loose lifts, sink shifts, nigga (Ahh)

I'm runnin' with shooters

I'm in the cut, and I'm coolin

Niggas they made me do it

I made a hunnid at shows

Bitch I get paid to do it

You bitches get fucked for free

I never paid to do it

Back in my bag, for real

They jackin my swag, for real

These niggas thought I was done

I got them mad, for real

They know I'm paid, for real

Saint Lauren shades, for real

I'm 'bout to get on that pussy

Until she beg for real

Back in my bag for real

They jackin my swag, for real

These niggas they mad, for real

'Cause they bitches I had to kill

And they don't gang, for real

And they don't bang, for real

And they don't get paid, for real

See me you know them chains is real (Grrr)

For a hood nigga, they know I'm for somethin' (Grr)

You don't inform me I'm clutchin' (Grr)

We was too fake with the Wapp

Mix the sprite with the Tussin'

I get like 20, a show

I don't stress 'bout a hoe

Call Bobby, that's my bro

He gon' shoot, he on parole

I done made a couple mills, got these bitches in a days

Brodie slidin' over cars, like this shit back in the days

Made a millie off of music, man I'm still stuck in my ways

Man these niggas said they 'ooters, but my brodie he got grazed

Back in my bag for real

They jackin my swag, for real

These niggas they mad, for real

'Cause they bitches I had to kill

And they don't gang, for real

And they don't bang, for real

And they don't get paid, for real

See me you know them chains is real (Grrr)