In My Bag Yella Beezy

[Intro]
Yeah
I'm in my bag, in my bag, yeah
It's YL on Dem 808's

[Chorus]
I get cash and pop tags, and I stuff racks in my bag, yeah
Brand new Jag, it go fast, and I might just blow past, yeah
Suit your scab and these craps, throw that shit on my tab, yeah
These haters mad, they on Act, don't get in my feelings, I get in my bag, yeah
I'm in my bag, in my bag, I'm in my bag, in my bag, yeah
I'm in my bag, in my bag, I'm in my bag, in my bag, yeah
Brand new Jag, it go fast, and I might just blow past, yeah
These haters mad, they on Act, don't get in my feelings, I get in my bag, yeah

[Verse 1]
I swear to God I cannot get in my feelings
Jumped out a Porsche and go run to them digits
Nigga I'm tryna come up on a milly
I am a general, sergeant, lieutenant
I run the people, I fuck with they winnin'
All of my niggas, they hustle and go get it
Mastered the art of my P's, it's exquisite
These diamonds is splendid, these rocks are tremendous
I cannot let up, no pressure, ain't finished
I'ma set the record straight like I'm Guinness
The judge tryna label a nigga a menace
But I am not Dennis but nigga I'm with it
My Gucci loafers, I ain't served in a penny
I used to serve them folks up in the mission
I used to know that nigga, heard that he snitchin'
Say you's a broke boy, you are not gettin' it
My cars on Offset, your bitch, her mouth wet
Break her back down and kick her out, yeah
Bitch I'm 'bout that, you not 'bout shit
He just all talk, he just got stretched
Not gon' fuck 'round, I want all neck
Work that head first then them balls next
Bitch I ball hard, I hit all net
If I ain't bossed up then what you call that?