Baddie (ft. tru life)

[Intro]
Im in my bag with this shit Tru
We got em, swervin with that shit it ain’t nothin
We brothers, hear me, yay
(Myles William)

[Chorus]
Im back in my bag yay
Im back in my bag yay
Im back in my bag yay
Im back in my bag yay

We ain’t gotta fuck with the plug now
I turnt it up ima plug now
Im on that drank Im on drugs now
We on that drank we on drugs now

Bltt Bltt count it all up i run right through it
Bltt Bltt count it all up i run right through it

When i met your girl she was average
I turned that girl to a baddie
I turned that girl to a baddie
I turned that girl to a baddie

[Verse 1]
I turned that girl to a baddie yuh
I turned that girl to a baddie yuh
Your baby momma call me daddy yuh
Your baby momma make it nasty yuh, aye

Got her whippin out the lot
Who a nigga she forgot ooh ooh
Went from drippin on the block
To skinny dippin off a yacht ooh ooh

Same cell as pac
To a richard milly watch
Yea im back in my bag
Private jet no lag

Smoke good fuck good
Backwoods gold mags
I got a slit on my thumb
Your ex ain’t shit he a bum

I get it wet make her cum
I am valid everywhere
He dont even get no love where he from
Im the plug never run, off

[Chorus]
Im back in my bag yay
Im back in my bag yay
Im back in my bag yay
Im back in my bag yay

We ain’t gotta fuck with the plug now
I turnt it up ima plug now
Im on that drank Im on drugs now
We on that drank we on drugs now

Bltt Bltt count it all up i run right through it
Bltt Bltt count it all up i run right through it

When i met your girl she was average
I turned that girl to a baddie
I turned that girl to a baddie
I turned that girl to a baddie

[Verse 2]
You know damn well my drip ain’t like these niggas
You can’t be treating me like that
You know damn well keep a check on me
Dont make me have to go back in my bag

Dont let me get in that shit
Im off the shits im in my bag and ima spend that shit (that shit)
Ill spend it on a nigga bitch and run the ticket up (up)
Fucken on it then i fuck them digits up (up)

Shorty know im him i dont pretend
When i met her she was average
Turned her to a ten
I took her to playroom and on vacation
Im countin paper for insipiration
Drip nation

Drip Drip with a check on me
One chain thats a flex on me
Bad bitch finna check on her
More juice won’t never hurt

Diamonds so big your finger gon hurt
Surf make a nigga float off earth
They ain’t know my grind
All they see is my shine

Fully low yea, put it in drive and go yea
Money and war yea
We put a load in the floors yea
We get more yea
Ran out the room to hide it
Its hard to find it
She know clue the flyest

You know damn well my drip ain’t like these niggas
You can’t be treating me like that
You know damn well keep a check on me
Dont make me have to go back in my bag

[Chorus]
Im back in my bag yay
Im back in my bag yay
Im back in my bag yay
Im back in my bag yay

We ain’t gotta fuck with the plug now
I turnt it up ima plug now
Im on that drank Im on drugs now
We on that drank we on drugs now

Bltt Bltt count it all up i run right through it
Bltt Bltt count it all up i run right through it

When i met your girl she was average
I turned that girl to a baddie
I turned that girl to a baddie
I turned that girl to a baddie