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sob odee - in my bag كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
ayy
y’all already know how the f_ck i’m comin’, man
big general
sob sh_t

[verse 1]
how the f_ck your family starvin’, but you keep postin’ that knot?
i f_ck a opp ho while she throwin’ that ass back, i grab the glock
stay consistent, put this sh_t up in they face so i don’t flop
ain’t no hesitation, i’m the type to chase one of my opps
og, hе a problem, what them n_ggas said? i’ll chase thе car
love the b_tch who roll the ‘woods ’cause i don’t like to taste cigar
on the skyway switchin’ lanes, my nickel on me, facin’ ‘za
try to take it there, bet i won’t play fair, i’ll take it far
catchin’ flights, not catchin’ feelings, i been skippin’ state to state
this designer sh_t ain’t cheap, for this amiri spent some pape’
when i blow, them b_tches hurt, them hollow tips, they penetrate
you in the streets, but you a kid, go read a book, get out the way
[chorus]
i been poppin’ my sh_t, i been in my bag for a lil’ minute
talk crazy, make him stand on what he said when foenem get him
torture him, don’t k!ll him, pops, he told me, “son, boy, you that n_gga”
try to run, we trip him, og raised the money makin’ minute
havin’ my way, summer ’23, can’t go back to that block
i made a ten off this [?], still in that trap, just gotta knock
my blood, it get to boilin’ when some n_ggas act like somethin’ they not
guns inside my videos, that sh_t got old, i had to stop

[verse 2]
catch a n_gga, do him bad and then i scratch him off the list
these hoes be thinkin’ ’cause they got a ass, odee gon’ give ’em d_ck
f_ck up out my face, you ain’t got motion, i’m too lit
rapper n_ggas think i’m sweet, they play with me, they won’t exist
.223s and 5.56s, i’m so confused, it’s hard to pick
sig on me, i’d rather goons on the ar, it’s hard to miss
i’ll blow a few, my target hit, bounce out, i’m smart as sh_t
the opps, they mad, i spank they ass, but they the ones who started it
i’m too picky ’bout my craft and i won’t drop no garbage sh_t
you a rapper, then keep your gun ’cause it’s a dub on artist hit
sh_ll catcher inside the club incase he think he hard as bricks
it’s not easy comin’ down my block, i bet i spark the whip

[chorus]
ayy, i been poppin’ my sh_t, i been in my bag for a lil’ minute
talk crazy, make him stand on what he said when foenem get him
torture him, don’t k!ll him, pops, he told me, “son, boy, you that n_gga”
try to run, we trip him, og raised the money makin’ minute
havin’ my way, summer ’23, can’t go back to that block
i made a ten off this [?], still in that trap, just gotta knock
my blood, it get to boilin’ when some n_ggas act like somethin’ they not
guns inside my videos, that sh_t got old, i had to stop
i been poppin’ my sh_t, i been in my bag for a lil’ minute
talk crazy, make him stand on what he said when foenem get him
torture him, don’t k!ll him, pops, he told me, “son, boy, you that n_gga”
try to run, we trip him, og raised the money makin’ minute
[outro]
on my brother

- sob odee

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