lirik lagu stay in ya bag – peewee longway
[intro]
yeah, longway, longway
(his name is kino beats)
know what i’m sayin’?
[verse 1]
yeah, i been trappin’, sellin’ zaza
the stick gon’ match your vibe and i can’t wait to send you bye*bye
her ass ain’t matchin’ her thigh, can’t come at a n*gga like me talkin’ ’bout payin’ for p*ssy
choppin’ in two different bags, i’m trappin’ and rappin’, the back end, spend it on bud
i used to be dozin’ off and pourin’ up drank so dark, you could taste the sud
box it and punch it to a*town, sprinklez so strong, you smell it, you taste the bud
i done took so many l’s with so many bills, all a n*gga wanna see is a w
good game, auntie always told me, and f*ck it, then i’ll book the w
stay down, stack up the paper, don’t never look back, go get what’s in front of you
i been chasin’ this dream, still on a marathon, all my whips, they nip’ blue
seven days, still trappin’ the traphouse, twelve o’clock, i get it shipped through
you can go call your plug and tell him that pack he sent straight boo*boo
[chorus]
run your money up, them n*ggas stay inside your bag (run it up)
havin’ the sprinklez, we put in the goyard, don’t do turkey bags or black bags
i’m a real trapper, i can sell you what you wanna
told my country boy the same thing, meet me ’round the corner
all these d*mn gas bags, sh*t smell like ammonia
i sip so much syrup, i don’t even think i caught corona
all these d*mn falcon plays, i feel like i’m the owner
ain’t cuffin’ on none of these b*tches, i’m just tryna bone her
[verse 2]
everything cod, no favors, ain’t no loan, lil’ n*gga
i’m jude right youngest baby, you know i’m on point, ain’t no hoein’ no n*gga (judy baby)
i spin sh*t one*deep, when i’m shootin’ sh*t, sound like four n*ggas (baow)
it’s a must that i eat, all my family first, no broke n*ggas
these streets get cold as h*ll, when it’s hot outside, get your coat, lil’ n*gga
these hoes go faster than me, they f*ck as i’m drivin’ the boat, lil’ n*gga
and i’m goin’ fast
i go to the waco and reup with bags, 220 the dash
yeah, a f*ck n*gga play, he gon’ lay where he play, .223 on his ass (baow)
tell my n*ggas to come up, we went with plan, ran that sh*t up off of slabs
i’m a boss, still trap in the back of the benz, in my outfit, that’s my lab
i got me somethin’ thick and somethin’ pretty, she tell her to bend over, grippin’ her ass
they said the pack on a layaway, know what i did? put that sh*t on the cab
[chorus]
run your money up, them n*ggas stay inside your bag
havin’ the sprinklez, we put in the goyard, don’t do turkey bags or black bags
i’m a real trapper, i can sell you what you wanna
told my country boy the same thing, meet me ’round the corner
all these d*mn gas bags, sh*t smell like ammonia
i sip so much syrup, i don’t even think i caught corona
all these d*mn falcon plays, i feel like i’m the owner
ain’t cuffin’ on none of these b*tches, i’m just tryna bone her
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