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boss blaze - in my bag lyrics
[chorus: boss blaze]
they said i did this, they said i did that
i wish they would just get off my d_ck
i been wit’ my b_tch, she gettin’ my cash, broke n_ggas lookin’ all sick
i flooded my wrist, got in my bag, i won’t let a n_gga hold sh_t
plenty more clips, plenty more mags, plenty mo’ guns wit’ them sticks
sh_t could get real, n_gga 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 sh_t 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?
b_tches on our west, if a n_ggas talk hot, i’ma hit ’em in his chest
split his chain wit’ a tec, say “f_ck ds” take his head from his neck
we ain’t playin’ where i’m from, gave broski the ‘k, tol’ n_gga, “go dumb”
k!llin’ opp sh_t fun, get up on ’em, close range so that n_gga don’t run
pop out, hit ’em up, chest, face
glock out, man these n_gga ain’t safe
dt tryna crack that case
tay_k, b_tch 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 cl!ck_clack
two shots, push a n_gga sh_t back
[chorus: boss blaze]
they said i did this, they said i did that
i wish they would just get off my d_ck
i been wit’ my b_tch, she gettin’ my cash, broke n_ggas lookin’ all sick
i flooded my wrist, got in my bag, i won’t let a n_gga hold sh_t
plenty more clips, plenty more mags, plenty mo’ guns wit’ them sticks
sh_t could get real, n_gga 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: 2 fbg duck]
don’t try to tweak my brothers, b_tch i send you to meet my brothers
we ain’t got no big homies, b_tch, it was just me and brothers
lately it’s been ’bout gang, you see me, you gon’ see my brothers
n_ggas try flex like they don’t need gang, well b_tch i need my brothers
n_ggas out her sendin’ threats, found out that i f_cked his b_tch now they upset
who want me to come take a ride, i’ma bring my gun, i don’t trust that
bro ‘nem told me, [?]
so i went out and bought me a baby tommy, i ain’t even talkin’ ’bout rugrats
n_gga talkin’ ’bout they gon’ k!ll me all on twitter, i’m like “who does that”
n_gga you was just a fan a week ago, i’m like “where the love at?”
first n_gga, ask a n_gga before we beef is “where yo guns at?”
boy you broke as f_ck, where your funds at
[verse 3: nick blixky]
i’m in my bag, got so many chops, i’ll spin and shoot ’em broad day
all these n_ggas askin’, if they ain’t talkin’ money i don’t give a f_ck what they say
i keep a bl!ck, no i can’t slip, lil’ p_ssy n_ggas showin’ hate
free 22gz, he’ll let it squeeze, for my bro know we gettin’ play
outside, had to count it back up
[?], had to get the stash up
no job, always liked the fast bucks
smokin’ za’, better get your gas up
move wrong, finna let the mag bust
skrtt the rate, told the boys to catch up
f_ck the opps, got extendos
we’ll put a red dot on his face, give ’em dimples
all this b_tch is simple, if i told you i’ll cuff then you know it was a [?]
off the henny wit’ the same gang
and you know we ’bout the violence, ain’t worried ’bout a d_mn thing
get loud, goin’ [?]
and you we in the [?], yeah my n_ggas on the same page
[chorus: boss blaze]
they said i did this, they said i did that
i wish they would just get off my d_ck
i been wit’ my b_tch, she gettin’ my cash, broke n_ggas lookin’ all sick
i flooded my wrist, got in my bag, i won’t let a n_gga hold sh_t
plenty more clips, plenty more mags, plenty mo’ guns wit’ them sticks
sh_t could get real, n_gga 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
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