Letras Stay in Ya Bag - Pee Wee Longway

Stay in Ya Bag

Yeah, Longway, Longway\n(His name is Kino Beats)\nKnow what I’m sayin'?\nYeah, I been trappin', sellin' zaza\nThe stick gon' match your vibe and I can’t wait to send you bye-bye\nHer ass ain’t matchin' her thigh, can’t come at a nigga like me talkin' 'bout\npayin' for pussy\nChoppin' in two different bags, I’m trappin' and rappin', the back end,\nspend it on bud\nI used to be dozin' off and pourin' up drank so dark, you could taste the sud\nBox it and punch it to A-town, Sprinklez so strong, you smell it,\nyou taste the bud\nI done took so many L’s with so many bills, all a nigga wanna see is a W\nGood game, auntie always told me, and fuck it, then I’ll book the W\nStay down, stack up the paper, don’t never look back, go get what’s in front of\nyou\nI been chasin' this dream, still on a marathon, all my whips, they Nip' blue\nSeven days, still trappin' the traphouse, twelve o’clock, I get it shipped\nthrough\nYou can go call your plug and tell him that pack he sent straight boo-boo\nRun your money up, them niggas stay inside your bag (Run it up)\nHavin' the Sprinklez, we put in the Goyard, don’t do turkey bags or black bags\nI’m a real trapper, I can sell you what you wanna\nTold my country boy the same thing, meet me 'round the corner\nAll these damn gas bags, shit smell like ammonia\nI sip so much syrup, I don’t even think I caught corona\nAll these damn falcon plays, I feel like I’m the owner\nAin’t cuffin' on none of these bitches, I’m just tryna bone her\nEverything COD, no favors, ain’t no loan, lil' nigga\nI’m Jude right youngest baby, you know I’m on point, ain’t no hoein' no nigga\n(Judy baby)\nI spin shit one-deep, when I’m shootin' shit, sound like four niggas (Baow)\nIt’s a must that I eat, all my family first, no broke niggas\nThese streets get cold as hell, when it’s hot outside, get your coat, lil' nigga\nThese hoes go faster than me, they fuck as I’m drivin' the boat, lil' nigga\nAnd I’m goin' fast\nI go to the Waco and reup with bags, 220 the dash\nYeah, a fuck nigga play, he gon' lay where he play, .223 on his ass (Baow)\nTell my niggas to come up, we went with plan, ran that shit up off of slabs\nI’m a boss, still trap in the back of the Benz, in my outfit, that’s my lab\nI got me somethin' thick and somethin' pretty, she tell her to bend over,\ngrippin' her ass\nThey said the pack on a layaway, know what I did? Put that shit on the cab\nRun your money up, them niggas stay inside your bag\nHavin' the Sprinklez, we put in the Goyard, don’t do turkey bags or black bags\nI’m a real trapper, I can sell you what you wanna\nTold my country boy the same thing, meet me 'round the corner\nAll these damn gas bags, shit smell like ammonia\nI sip so much syrup, I don’t even think I caught corona\nAll these damn falcon plays, I feel like I’m the owner\nAin’t cuffin' on none of these bitches, I’m just tryna bone her