Cam300 – IN MY BAG FREESTYLE

Cam300 – IN MY BAG FREESTYLE Lyrics

Artist: Cam300
Song: IN MY BAG FREESTYLE

I- I cut that b#tch off like an editor
Huh
Nah, I am not human
Lil’ b#tch I’m not regular

Plantin’ my name so these p#ssies remember us
Walk in the spot and ain’t nobody steppin’ up
I swear that they crippled
I’m finna level up, comin’ from nickels

Ice out my neck with a column of crystals
He wanna fight, I ain’t bringin’ no pistol
Y- yeah, n- n- nah
Cause’ yeah thats some b#tch sh#t

Get what I want make a wish kid
I’m makin’ hits, I don’t miss sh#t
Ain’t’ with the fakes, I ain’t mixed in
Run up the bands and my family live big

B- B- both of my pockets on crip sh#t
Blue stripes, yellow bands
Know what I’m gettin’
I’m gettin’ my money up

I told em’ hold up
Jaws to the floor when I show up
I put on my city so everyone know us
Uh

So everyone know us
Turn off the beat then I blow up
Damn
I’m poppin’ off but ain’t takin a xan

Lil’ boy hatin’, he must be a fan
Huh, heh, yeah, ay
I’m finna go off again
Yeah

King of this city, b#tch I’m in my bag
f#ckin’ up pitty and I don’t feel bad
You tough when you talkin’ on apps
But play with the gang and we all on yo ass, yeah

I- I- I throw up the 3 O and keep it a hundred
We came from the bottom now look how we comin’
That bass finna knock in they whip when they bump this
I got the whole 413 jumpin’

Yeah, stampede
We know where yo mans be
Huh
Y’all rappers my sons, get a plan B

Ain’t nothin’ I can’t be
I, Huh, Wait
They know I chase green like a pothead
H- h- heat on my waist, case you act like a hothead

Put in that work til’ it hurt and I drop dead
Grind for the family can’t stop til’ they got fed
Yeah, you ain’t in yo bag, you just in yo man pockets
Step in my lane, better watch it

I’m (I’m feelin’)
Feelin’ so fly like a cockpit
I keep on goin’ don’t know when to stop it
Y- y- yeah

Blue and green, my money like Oddish
Ain’t they astonished
I- I cut that b#tch off like an editor
Huh

Nah, I am not human
Lil’ b#tch I’m not regular
Plantin’ my name so these p#ssies remember us
Walk in the spot and ain’t nobody steppin’ up

I swear that they crippled
I’m finna level up, comin’ from nickels
Ice out my neck with a column of crystals
He wanna fight, I ain’t bringin’ no pistol

Y- yeah, n- n- nah
Cause’ yeah thats some b#tch sh#t
Get what I want make a wish kid
I’m makin’ hits, I don’t miss sh#t

Ain’t’ with the fakes, I ain’t mixed in
Run up the bands and my family live big
B- B- both of my pockets on crip sh#t
Blue stripes, yellow bands

Know what I’m gettin’
I’m gettin’ my money up
I told em’ hold up
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From the album:
Eventually (Mixtape) [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021