Correction Lyrics Stay in Ya Bag by Peewee Longway

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[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 nigga like me talkin' 'bout payin' for pussy
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 nigga wanna see is a W
Good game, auntie always told me, and fuck 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 niggas 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 damn gas bags, shit smell like ammonia
I sip so much syrup, I don't even think I caught corona
All these damn falcon plays, I feel like I'm the owner
Ain't cuffin' on none of these bitches, I'm just tryna bone her

[Verse 2]
Everything COD, no favors, ain't no loan, lil' nigga
I'm Jude right youngest baby, you know I'm on point, ain't no hoein' no nigga (Judy baby)
I spin shit one-deep, when I'm shootin' shit, sound like four niggas (Baow)
It's a must that I eat, all my family first, no broke niggas
These streets get cold as hell, when it's hot outside, get your coat, lil' nigga
These hoes go faster than me, they fuck as I'm drivin' the boat, lil' nigga
And I'm goin' fast
I go to the Waco and reup with bags, 220 the dash
Yeah, a fuck nigga play, he gon' lay where he play, .223 on his ass (Baow)
Tell my niggas to come up, we went with plan, ran that shit 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 shit on the cab

[Chorus]
Run your money up, them niggas 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 damn gas bags, shit smell like ammonia
I sip so much syrup, I don't even think I caught corona
All these damn falcon plays, I feel like I'm the owner
Ain't cuffin' on none of these bitches, I'm just tryna bone her

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