Goose Gone Do It - Got in My Bag

Got in my bag & I got up out my feelings
And if it’s bout that paper dawq I’m ready and willing
I got 2 bad bitches tryna squeeze me in the middle
They say they was blowing loud I told em turn it up a little
I just might go 4-4 & hit Wells Fargo for a 10 again
Poor up a 4 I mix that codeine & that phenergan
Came up from nothing I love thumbin threw them Benjamin’s
Thug on my lonely I got sick of getting codefence
Got in my bag & I got up out my feelings
And if it’s bout that paper dawq I’m ready and willing
I got 2 bad bitches tryna squeeze me in the middle
They say they was blowing loud I told em turn it up a little
In the night time fuck red lights & stop signs
Nigga’s slangin iron hope you got yours cause I got mines
Shop w me it’s 20 packs or better ion got dimes
Cases came had to take mine like a man ion drop dimes
Forklift I operate
Plug came drop the weight
Ten toes I had to stay til stake got on my dinner plate
Nah I ain’t cut the dope
Yea a nigga cut 4real
Bitch I’m from Tildenville
I came up out the mud 4real
See I’m a trap nigga
And that’s just wat it is
What you want bitch I got
Dope Weed got Plenty Pills
Wen them folk hit my spot they gave my dawq a couple years
When he get home just know we gone fuck up the streets 4real
I just might go 4-4 & hit Wells Fargo for a 10 again
Poor up a 4 I mix that codeine & that phenergan
Keep it coming I love thumbin threw them Benjamin’s
Thug on my lonely I got sick of getting codefence
Got in my bag & I got up out my feelings
And if it’s bout that paper dawq I’m ready and willing
I got 2 bad bitches tryna squeeze me in the middle
They say they was blowing loud I told em turn it up a little
Been staying down for too long
Only way is up now before I’m dead n gone
My past wasn’t perfect so I try to right my wrong
If you don’t endulge in money bitch I don’t condone
Sippin on real red dawq
Dick on a kill tech y’all
Plottin on millions dawq
U ain’t in the field at all
I get Money
Steady be thumbin thru hunnits
Know how my trap get to bunkin
Break it down serving junkies yea yea
I just might go 4-4 & hit Wells Fargo for a 10 again
Poor up a 4 I mix that codeine & that phenergan
Keep it coming I love thumbin threw them Benjamin’s
Thug on my lonely I got sick of getting codefence
Got in my bag & I got up out my feelings
And if it’s bout that paper dawq I’m ready and willing
I got 2 bad bitches tryna squeeze me in the middle
They say they was blowing loud I told em turn it up a little

Written by:
Joshua Johnson

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