Back In My Bag (feat. Cannon)

Two fifty on the dash don't ask what the ticket She hit my phone like slide I'm with it I was made like that I had sat out to get it. They told me I couldn't so I went out and did it I had left for a second now back in my bag She let me f*ck now her Nigga he mad I'm going out strapped I ain't going out sad Made so far with a bitch so bad I'm back on them trees Laying green like my back on leaves Knowing special I'm smarter then ever I'm knowing way better than pack in with thieves Sticking together like packs of the tees You begging to f*ck I ain't asking her please Not even asking once, you Niggas is runts For me she back and her knees She taxing you fees Get it cracking with ease You don't gotta ask, these Niggas know I'm the man I can not die with no gun in my hand Said that shit once Ima say it again Talk to big homie said stick to the plan Ima hit Niggas with all I can Im showing the world who all I am Bitch ima shoot first i ain't letting shit jam damn Two fifty on the dash don't ask what the ticket She hit my phone like slide I'm with it I was made like that I had sat out to get it. They told me I couldn't so I went out and did it I was gone for a second now back in my bag let me f*ck now her Nigga he mad I'm going out strapped I ain't going out sad Made so far with a bitch so bad If ain't going strapped I ain't going it out I had 200 in my foreign and I drove it out I took my chain to show and tell I was showing out Had the juice since 5th grade I ain't pour it out I know you see me in the cut but don't approach him Nigga I been reading bout marks but I ain't social When it comes to rapping clink glasses toast em I been pictures of pussy Niggas on posters uh Yea bitch I'm back in my shit I'm in a new bag museums I know you see it Niggas asked how I went from LL bean to LLC's With more shells than Hell Rell's teeth When he said he better you can tell hell freeze or maybe that's my neck what it cost me She heard me talk I couldn't get her off me So I brought her back to my home like Marcus Garvey Flow so gas no wonder they wanna smoke me Sack of white girl and I treat it just like I'm Stokley  Water boy, Bobby Boucher Baggy ballet, i'll make a pas de bourrée When the plug threw the flowers I done caught a Bouquet Now I'm married to the game but I cheat everyday uh All facts, I'm dodging the devil magneto my metal   Im fresh out the kettle lil bitch Two fifty on the dash don't ask what the ticket She hit my phone like slide I'm with it I was made like this I had sat out to get it. They told me I couldn't so I went out and did it I had left for a second now back in my bag She let me f*ck now her Nigga he mad I'm going out strapped I ain't going out sad Made so far with a bitch so bad