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Bag Szn

 

Bag Szn

(album: Bin Reaper - 2019)


L-L-L-Let's get a bag
Chill going crazy
It's Lando, yo bitch know, don't let yo bitch go, nigga
Ayy

Talking to my plug, "Can I punch bows?"
I can't cheat, my bitch crazy and she punch hoes
Your bitch dropping her location, like, come on
'Fore I cut you off, you a bitch that I'ma cum on

Hoes used to talk crazy, they on hush mode
Let me find out this bitch heard I'm the Punch GOAT (Ha)
Zap his ass with this new pack a punch pole
Rock him for a band with two sticks like a drumroll

One whip, two chops, we spinning the block (Spinnin')
Two men, a hundred shots, we spinning his top (Bow)
I'm on everything these niggas is not
With a strap last year and now niggas is dying (Woo)
You feel that lead, right? You could feel your legs, right?
Beefing with Art, you ain't finna pop up dead, right?
Know it's green if we see you at a red light
Both scopes on a nigga, them bitches like headlights

You see that ballcap, dawggie? Throw it on
Forgot the Glock at the crib, I'ma throw a bomb (Boom)
Spint' the block and caught an opp like a Pokémon
Step in the strip and see the bangs, bitch, you know it's Tron
A hundred death threats, why I ain't dead yet?
Won't chase a bitch unless she truck drives for FedEx
Pissed-ass, broke-ass in your bed stressed
Can't relate, I'm flying with a thirty dollar headrest

New deal offer I ain't even read yet
Heard your man signed for a chain and a bed set
I got a white boy, I be serving ten packs
Get your bitch drunk, wake her up with a stained back

Yeah, I punch and I rap, Def Jam Vendetta
And my new bitch cold, look like Cinderella
Firework with this card, I can get whatever
Sent fifteen out the rocket, boy, that's a Clint Capela (Bow)

Put a circle on a nigga like he Westbrook (That's a donut)
So you really wasting time on your left hook?
If the lambchops suck, get the chef cooked
Scholar with the scam shit, I wasn't reading textbooks
He ain't ashamed, one of mans be popping blues
He ain't ashamed 'cause he gon' end up popping you
You could be Dwayne Johnson, couldn't rock with you
Thinking you a star? The chop got telescopic view

Let's get a what? (Phew)
Let's get a bag (Phew)
Tron, we damn near fucked this bitch up
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Phew)

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