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Amir Driver - In My Bag Lyrics

Breezay: Ask my niggas about me, yeah, yea, yeah yeah
Yeah, Breezay, yeah yeah, Whyteboy, yea yea. Here we go, yo

Breezay [Chorus] : Ask my niggas about me
I’ont really brag for real
Plug up the money counter, I’m in my Bag forreal
Fuck up a check dummy, get yo ass tagged forreal
Sauce dripping from around the corner, I really drag for real

[Verse 1] : Pariis Noel:
It’s a lot that’s weighing on me, keep it real, and say it homie
When ya hopeless, feeling homeless, all alone and really notice, all ya got is what ya boasting’, from, these dollars and you hoping, that it pay attention from these women just to lay it on me
Not quite into tricking (Not quite into tricking), I prefer it different (I prefer it different)
Okay, wait I’m lying (Okay, wait I’m lying), guess I’m constricted (constricted)
Not ya average nigga, thinking different
Speak on shit that you can get with
Unlike all these other nitwits
On the road from rags to riches
I want a wristwatch with no ticking
I want a new drop with the roof missing
I want a boombox with a new system
Let it marinate, nigga all you do is listen
I’m the mortician, this silence
Hang with them riots in silent
Make enough noise just being quiet
Shhhhhhh, couldn’t pick a better timing
Where the deals at? I ain’t signing
I want a mil flat for the rhyming
If niggas feel that, they gon buy in
I’m here to build plats, I’m being honest
Taking my time, about watching my grind
Hutch making my diamonds
My branding is climbing
I dine at the finest, I feel like you highness
I show no respect to the niggas behind us, Damn!
[Chorus] Breezay : Ask my niggas about me
I’ont really brag for real
Plug up the money counter, I’m in my Bag forreal
Fuck up a check dummy, get yo ass tagged forreal
Sauce dripping from around the corner, I really drag for real
Ask my niggas about me
I’ont really brag for real
Plug up the money counter, I’m in my Bag forreal
Fuck up a check dummy, get yo ass tagged forreal
Sauce dripping from around the corner, I really drag for real

[Verse 2] Whyteboy Frazier: I said my plug different
And we club different
My money talk
So we fuss different
My nephew monkey
I go bananas
That’s too much swagger
And I don’t fuck with rappers
Fuck it, Im bout to drag on em, I ain’t gotta brag I get cash on em
If it’s war then I drop a bag on em and my youngin put a toe tag on em
I’m in ya city, you know that it’s litty
I only drink D’usse, don’t pass me no henny
I’m Prince of Zamunda I keep me a Semi
She eat up the dick, while I play with the Kitty
Hard as a muhhfucka I go ham!
New Ton of weed just came in, call it Cam
Dodging Federalies like a ram
Plug in miami, dope came with a tan
Me and bro up in Wet Willies, having conversations bout a couple milly
You know wassup, don’t act silly
I’m still ballin’ like Bo Diddley
[Chorus: Breezay] Ask my niggas about me
I’ont really brag for real
Plug up the money counter, I’m in my Bag forreal
Fuck up a check dummy, get yo ass tagged forreal
Sauce dripping from around the corner, I really drag for real
Ask my niggas about me
I’ont really brag for real
Plug up the money counter, I’m in my Bag forreal
Fuck up a check dummy, get yo ass tagged forreal
Sauce dripping from around the corner, I really drag for real

[Verse 3: Amir Driver]
Yeah
Yup yup
Hop in my bag like a new purchase
The drip is anointed, a new sermon
What I be preaching and what I be leaking
I step on the scene it is too perfect
Bitch, socks match my hoodie, hoodie coordinate with the rest of it
No reason ya bitch be giving me fuckey and sucky, yea you get the rest of it
This Made In Norfolk shit is high fashion, Bitch I wear it like its polo
Black label shit at that, the ones that ain't got the logo
Kicking shit like a dojo, my youngins hopping out a volvo
Only 3 work, but it’s a four door
Still they hammers rose like Minolo
Whoa, whoa, whoa, nigga wait a minute
The drip is a pool ya bitch laying in it
She work on the dick ain't no playing with it
When they leave out the spot Ima stay and get it
Nigga, stack it up, stack it up, stack it up
No being broke we gon make a way
It’s either jug, a hustle or a flip, Make a dollar in every way
[Chorus: Breezay] Ask my niggas about me
I’ont really brag for real
Plug up the money counter, I’m in my Bag forreal
Fuck up a check dummy, get yo ass tagged forreal
Sauce dripping from around the corner, I really drag for real