In My Bag (feat. M Huncho)

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Had it in a JD bag, f*ck a duffel (yeah, yeah)
We just broke down a pack now we going through the rubble (yeah)
Dressing in comfy shit, I keep it so subtle yeah (subtle)
More time in the tracksuit in the booth, I got a couple
I say how it is, the same blue goose, some people are giving blue excuse
I'm staying focused, the paper is piling and I’m going through the years worth of postal
I'm always around man, I'm local, see the same faces on social
She said you got to hit me with the vocal
I told her to pipe down I’m always solo
She doesn't like that I'm wearing polo, like I play polo
She's looking fabulous, told her I'm lonesome
I got the funds, but know I ain't Kojo
She's taking three stripes, no Adidas, this is coco (yeah)
And when I say coco, I do not mean any Coco Chanel
I get me a packet and break with my friends
I do it again and again and again
I got me some cursers but b??? is a sin
I got me some new ones, I sit in the pen
So everyday, I gotta get me a ben
I write a sixteen and I write to my friends (yeah)
I pay him a visit, I step into hell, I pay him a visit, I step into hell

I had it all on the line, lost all hope
Broke down a pack and now I'm counting loads
Hard times you don’t see no one, bro ain’t home till the reload's done
Look at the wrist, stepped in young, rich and lit
I’m loving the groupies, step on slow and I'm loving the Gucci
Brand new wap and I'm loving the new piece
[M huncho]
Had it in a JD bag, f*ck a duffel (yeah, yeah)
We just broke down a pack now we going through the rubble yeah
Dressing in comfy shit, I keep it so subtle yeah
More time in the tracksuit in the booth, I got a couple

I don't need no help (none), you can see yourself
Look at the kid, my diamond’s lit, and my trap speaks for itself
And I heard there's stock on the block
My Cuban's flooded with rocks, I never had piss
Had to take a risk, hit stoves and f*ck up a pot
I lost all hope, then I got rich, talking money?
Count me in
I feel myself, can't help but smile
Last month I counted a hundred quid
She's up in Gucci, I'm in the bando
I break a pack and feel like Pablo
Don't ask me what is my angle, I'm busy whipping a brick in my sandals
I got no love, in the streets there ain't no hugs
I went hard as a little yute, nothing's changed now that I've grown up
Them old niggas, talk old shit
But Slim ain't into the politics
I like cute one with a pretty face
And getting top in a foreign whip
Tell me something I don't know (just tell me)
If they ain't on it, then Slim's doing it solo (on my own)
They talk a lot, but that trap phone is so slow (dead)
I call that no hope (none)
I used to wear polo, now it's Louis V
Can't call my phone for a two of each
I had it all on the line, lost all hope
Broke down a pack and now I'm counting loads
Hard times you don't see no one, bro ain't home till the reload's done
Look at the wrist, stepped in young, rich and lit
I'm loving the groupies, step on slow and I'm loving the Gucci
Brand new wap and I'm loving the new piece

Had it in a JD bag, f*ck a duffel (yeah, yeah)
We just broke down a pack now we going through the rubble yeah
Dressing in comfy shit, I keep it so subtle yeah (subtle)
More time in the tracksuit in the booth, I got a couple

Had it in a JD bag, f*ck a duffel (yeah, yeah)
We just broke down a pack now we going through the rubble yeah
Dressing in comfy shit, I keep it so subtle yeah (subtle)
More time in the tracksuit in the booth, I got a couple (yeah)