In My Bag Boss Blaze (Ft. FBG Duck & Nick Blixky)

[Chorus: Boss Blaze]
They said I did this, they said I did that
I wish they would just get off my dick
I been wit' my bitch, she gettin' my cash, broke niggas lookin' all sick
I flooded my wrist, got in my bag, I won't let a nigga hold shit
Plenty more clips, plenty more mags, plenty mo' guns wit' them sticks
Shit could get real, nigga don't panic, hitters pull up and they damage
We get to blammin', he hit the canvas, they gon' be callin' his parents
Rollin' wit' shotters, don't want no problems, big homie throwin' like Roger's
We hit 'em, he holla', my semi gon' send him to Heavenly Father

[Verse: Boss Blaze]
Free bro, free Moose
When this shit get hot don't be callin' no truce
Wit ya lil' deuce deuce
Tell me if you see a opp is you really gon' shoot?
Bitches on our West, if a niggas talk hot, I'ma hit 'em in his chest
Split his chain wit' a TEC, say "Fuck DS" take his head from his neck
We ain't playin' where I'm from, gave broski the 'K, tol' nigga, "Go dumb"
Killin' opp shit fun, get up on 'em, close range so that nigga don't run
Pop out, hit 'em up, chest, face
Glock out, man these nigga ain't safe
DT tryna crack that case
Tay-K, bitch I did that race
Ran it up on my own, that's fact
Want some? Headshot, hold that
'lotta clips like I'm on Snapchat
Do a hit, tell the opps get back
Put a bullet in his mouth, Tic Tac
Tryna beef wit' the squad, mismatch
Run up on 'em, all you hear is click-clack
Two shots, push a nigga shit back