Been in My Bag - Yung Baby Tate

Yeah, shout out HoodRich Pablo Juan

Already know how this shit go

We don’t love none of these hoes

Tryna run up them fucking bags, bitch

Let’s get it

You know that I go cuckoo

And I’m the shit, no poo poo

Dancing on the dick, no tutu

And I’m on the beat, no Juju

I got him crying, boohoo

He think I’m doing voodoo

They watching me like Hulu

Bitch, I don’t know you, who you?

Fuck that, I’m tryna run up the racks

No I’m not worried 'bout niggas

I’m going to riches from rags

And I’m not signing no contracts

For less than a million stacks

Let me know where I can pick it up at

You already know that I been in my bag, I been in my bag

You already know that I be in my bag, so don’t even ask where I’ve been

I had to drop all of my hoes for one of these niggas, I’m talking 'bout Ben

He said that he like all his bitches real thick even though I’m real thin

But that ass is so fat he wanna see it all the time so I did a lil' spin

Um, yeah, he want me to turn it around

You know that I’m turning it up, these bitches be turning it down

These bitches is goofy, these bitches not it, I call all these bitches some

clowns

If I let yo nigga go swim in this pussy you know that yo nigga gone drown

He wanna smash from the back

I want a platinum plaque

Yeah, our destination don’t match

I’m going forward, they taking it back

He wanna go on a date

I don’t agree cause I know I’m gone flake

Unless he say that he trying to feed me, baby, I’m ordering steak

I don’t even eat meat

Bitch, hurry up, beep, beep

Finna pop out like 3D

And we pulling up like three deep

Finna make a nigga dance like KeKe

He be all up on my peepee

Trying to get freaky

Somebody tell this bitch that she is blind 'cause she can’t see me

You know that I go cuckoo

And I’m the shit, no poo poo

Dancing on the dick, no tutu

And I’m on the beat, no Juju

I got him crying, boohoo

He think I’m doing voodoo

They watching me like Hulu

Bitch, I don’t know you, who you?

Fuck that, I’m tryna run up the racks

No I’m not worried 'bout niggas

I’m going to riches from rags

And I’m not signing no contracts

For less than a million stacks

Let me know where I can pick it up at

You already know that I been in my bag, I been in my bag

Bitch, I been in my bag

I been deep in my bag

I’m so deep in this shit

I’m down here with cookie crumbs and Sour Patch Kids and old receipts,

dried-out lip gloss tubes

Come on, I’m in my bag, bitch