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(feat. Future)

(Intro)

Im in my bag with this shit Tru

We got em, swervin with that shit it ain't nothin

We brothers, hear me

Yay

(Myles William)

(Chorus)

Im back in my bag yay

Im back in my bag yay

Im back in my bag yay

Im back in my bag yay

We ain't gotta ***** with the plug now

I turnt it up ima plug now

Im on that drank Im on drugs now

We on that drank we on drugs now

Bltt Bltt count it all up i run right through it

Bltt Bltt count it all up i run right through it

When i met your girl she was average

I turned that girl to a baddie

I turned that girl to a baddie

I turned that girl to a baddie

(Verse)

I turned that girl to a baddie yuh

I turned that girl to a baddie yuh

Your baby momma call me daddy yuh

Your baby momma make it nasty yuh

Aye

Got her whippin out the lot

Who a nigga she forgot ooh ooh

Went from drippin on the block

To skinny dippin off a yacht ooh ooh

Same cell as pac

To a richard milly watch

Yea im back in my bag

Private jet no lag

Smoke good ***** good

Backwoods gold mags

I got a slit on my thumb

Your ex ain't shit he a bum

I get it wet make her cum

I am valid everywhere

He dont even get no love where he from

Im the plug never run

Off

Chorus

Im back in my bag yay

Im back in my bag yay

Im back in my bag yay

Im back in my bag yay

We ain't gotta ***** with the plug now

I turnt it up ima plug now

Im on that drank Im on drugs now

We on that drank we on drugs now

Bltt Bltt count it all up i run right through it

Bltt Bltt count it all up i run right through it

When i met your girl she was average

I turned that girl to a baddie

I turned that girl to a baddie

I turned that girl to a baddie

You know damn well my drip ain't like these niggas

You can't be treating me like that

You know damn well keep a check on me

Dont make me have to go back in my bag

Dont let me get in that shit

Im off the shits im in my bag and ima spend that shit (that shit)

Ill spend it on a nigga ***** and run the ticket up (up)

*****en on it then i ***** them digits up (up)

Shorty know im him i dont pretend

When i met her she was average

Turned her to a ten

I took her to playroom and on vacation

Im countin paper for insipiration

Drip nation

(Verse)

Drip Drip with a check on me

One chain thats a flex on me

Bad ***** finna check on her

More juice won't never hurt

Diamonds so big your finger gon hurt

Surf make a nigga float off earth

They ain't know my grind

All they see is my shine

Fully low yea, put it in drive and go yea

Money and war yea

We put a load in the floors yea

We get more yea

Ran out the room to hide it

Its hard to find it

She know clue the flyest

You know damn well my drip ain't like these niggas

You can't be treating me like that

You know damn well keep a check on me

Dont make me have to go back in my bag

(Hook)

Im back in my bag yay

Im back in my bag yay

Im back in my bag yay

Im back in my bag yay

We ain't gotta ***** with the plug now

I turnt it up ima plug now

Im on that drank Im on drugs now

We on that drank we on drugs now

Bltt Bltt count it all up i run right through it

Bltt Bltt count it all up i run right through it

When i met your girl she was average

I turned that girl to a baddie

I turned that girl to a baddie

I turned that girl to a baddie

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