Myles Preme - IN THE BAG Lyrics

(Yea, Yea, Yea)
Iced Out
Bitch I been balling
Fucking hoes no I aint calling
You do the smallest, a nigga gotta do it big
Yea Im living how I live
Kept it real out the ends
Y'all niggas telling fibs, still live in yo mama crib
I just pulled up in a whip
Real fast, Yea bitch bad
Niggas aint on that
Im killing this shit, I got this shit in the bag
Y'all aint coming close
But Im a fly nigga, yea I brag and boast
Cartier yea its all on my face and I got the Glock-9 on my waist (Strapped yea)
No you won't take (No you won't take)
So I won't take it there
No we aint playing fair
Ya talking aint going nowhere
Cause you aint got the juice
And ya bitch give me massage
She faking like she a masseuse
My nigga like what do you do?
I stack up my money like Jews
My nigga like what you do?
Im out here making boss moves
You a lil dog (Yea)
Im the big one (Im the big one)
I make big sums (I make big sums)
Stacking it all month (Stacking it up hoe)
You rock that CC, Amiri on me
And Im smoking on that cookie from the Bay
I got that plug to send me up to outer space
Paid 50 for this 8th nigga
That aint in yo taste nigga (Not yo taste nigga)
Bitch I been balling
Fucking hoes no I aint calling
You do the smallest, a nigga gotta do it big
Yea Im living how I live
Kept it real out the ends
Y'all niggas telling fibs, still live in yo mama crib
I just pulled up in a whip
Real fast, Yea bitch bad
Niggas aint on that
Im killing this shit, I got this shit in the bag
Y'all aint coming close
But Im a fly nigga, yea I brag and boast
Cartier yea its all on my face and I got the Glock-9 on my waist (Strapped yea)
This shit in a bag duffle
Stacking my chips ruffles
Glock on my hip, no tussle
So you better be ready to rumble
Got some killas they ready to hunt you
Yea they ready to gun you and done you
But I checked yo lil worth in the street
It ain't nothing I don't even want u
Aint no capping, I'm moving discreet
Having drip, Yeezy Boost on my feet
Came from dirty I made it look neat
Love when y'all put my songs on repeat
Fuck the industry, do it for streets
I'm gone do it until I'm deceased
They keep talking my money increased
Bet them niggas take nothing from me
Bet I always walk around wit a G
Or One
Or Two
Or Three
Cut that bitch off and now she released
Make they prices not paying the fee
Tried to do it was nothing like me
That's a layup I'm pulling from deep
Make them lil bitches bow at my feet
Look at him like, this is yo king? (Wakanda)
Bitch I been balling
Fucking hoes no I aint calling
You do the smallest, a nigga gotta do it big
Yea Im living how I live
Kept it real out the ends
Y'all niggas telling fibs, still live in yo mama crib
I just pulled up in a whip
Real fast, Yea bitch bad
Niggas aint on that
Im killing this shit, I got this shit in the bag
Y'all aint coming close
But Im a fly nigga, yea I brag and boast
Cartier yea its all on my face and I got the Glock-9 on my waist (Strapped yea)

(Yea, Yea, Yea)
Iced Out
Bitch I been balling
Fucking hoes no I aint calling
You do the smallest, a nigga gotta do it big
Yea Im living how I live
Kept it real out the ends
Y'all niggas telling fibs, still live in yo mama crib
I just pulled up in a whip
Real fast, Yea bitch bad
Niggas aint on that
Im killing this shit, I got this shit in the bag
Y'all aint coming close
But Im a fly nigga, yea I brag and boast
Cartier yea its all on my face and I got the Glock-9 on my waist (Strapped yea)
No you won't take (No you won't take)
So I won't take it there
No we aint playing fair
Ya talking aint going nowhere
Cause you aint got the juice
And ya bitch give me massage
She faking like she a masseuse
My nigga like what do you do?
I stack up my money like Jews
My nigga like what you do?
Im out here making boss moves
You a lil dog (Yea)
Im the big one (Im the big one)
I make big sums (I make big sums)
Stacking it all month (Stacking it up hoe)
You rock that CC, Amiri on me
And Im smoking on that cookie from the Bay
I got that plug to send me up to outer space
Paid 50 for this 8th nigga
That aint in yo taste nigga (Not yo taste nigga)
Bitch I been balling
Fucking hoes no I aint calling
You do the smallest, a nigga gotta do it big
Yea Im living how I live
Kept it real out the ends
Y'all niggas telling fibs, still live in yo mama crib
I just pulled up in a whip
Real fast, Yea bitch bad
Niggas aint on that
Im killing this shit, I got this shit in the bag
Y'all aint coming close
But Im a fly nigga, yea I brag and boast
Cartier yea its all on my face and I got the Glock-9 on my waist (Strapped yea)
This shit in a bag duffle
Stacking my chips ruffles
Glock on my hip, no tussle
So you better be ready to rumble
Got some killas they ready to hunt you
Yea they ready to gun you and done you
But I checked yo lil worth in the street
It ain't nothing I don't even want u
Aint no capping, I'm moving discreet
Having drip, Yeezy Boost on my feet
Came from dirty I made it look neat
Love when y'all put my songs on repeat
Fuck the industry, do it for streets
I'm gone do it until I'm deceased
They keep talking my money increased
Bet them niggas take nothing from me
Bet I always walk around wit a G
Or One
Or Two
Or Three
Cut that bitch off and now she released
Make they prices not paying the fee
Tried to do it was nothing like me
That's a layup I'm pulling from deep
Make them lil bitches bow at my feet
Look at him like, this is yo king? (Wakanda)
Bitch I been balling
Fucking hoes no I aint calling
You do the smallest, a nigga gotta do it big
Yea Im living how I live
Kept it real out the ends
Y'all niggas telling fibs, still live in yo mama crib
I just pulled up in a whip
Real fast, Yea bitch bad
Niggas aint on that
Im killing this shit, I got this shit in the bag
Y'all aint coming close
But Im a fly nigga, yea I brag and boast
Cartier yea its all on my face and I got the Glock-9 on my waist (Strapped yea)