Season of the Bag (Radio Edit) Lyrics

See I don't traffic *****

But I'm packing *****

Getting paper by any means we stack it up

So we don't leave no paper trail homie no tracking mud

We do it on a burner phone so they don't track the plug

So tell me what's the mission

Eyes and ears open listen

Three-Sixty vision situation might got to move like pistons

Them boys ain't punching no clocks they got there own system

You can't be slow with the movement you'll **** around and miss them

So tell me what's the word

Tell me what you heard

Thinkin my boy gone slip with the pack **** is so absurd

No immunity my community is all I serve

I said don't put in the box just leave it on the curb

So what's the game plan

Routes all the same man

He's always on the road those hours that he slays man

Every two weeks he gets the bag so it pays man

I ain't talkin about no **** I'm talkin bout the mail man

This the season of the bag we gone run it

We gon' run it

This the season of the bag we gone run it

We gon' run it

This the season of the bag we gone run it

We gon' run it

This the season of the bag we gone run it

We gon' run it

This the season of the bag we gone run it

We gon' run it

This the season of the bag we gone run it

We gon' run it

This the season of the bag we gone run it

We gon' run it

This the season of the bag we gone run it

Yeah we gon' run it

This the season we gon' run it

Might hit CZ for the encore

I might pop up dressed in blue

Out of the blue like who want war

Ima show y'all ****** justice

When you see me out in public

Ain't got time for no discussion

Nod ya head and keep it pushing

Or you might find a package in ya bushes

Real Republicans miss the Bushes

Some people really buy the bulls***

See us coming all you hear is hushes

Wish a ***** would try and pull s***

Lyrical stay riding with a full clip

**** 'Round over here get ya hull ripped

Like the titanic if I was you I would panic

And pretend I don't understand ****

Like no comprende I speak Spanish

Oh God d***** I f***** up

Really thought that you would leave me f***** up

Now you're the one getting f***** up

Wrapped in a rug getting chucked in a dump truck

***** Ain't no such thing as dumb luck

Reach back like a like a pimp leave you dumbstruck

Came straight out of Cali back to family

To show all these rap fiends what's what

Jay Akki stay a G I will cut up

Anyone any time any beat any rhyme

I don't care ima ride till I'm gut up

In a cemetery other ****** that you know

Might be hella scary but clearly

I only have one **** to give yearly

But right now

This the season of the bag we gone run it

We gon' run it

This the season of the bag we gone run it

We gon' run it

This the season of the bag we gone run it

We gon' run it

This the season of the bag we gone run it

We gon' run it

This the season of the bag we gone run it

We gon' run it

This the season of the bag we gone run it

We gon' run it

This the season of the bag we gone run it

We gon' run it

This the season of the bag we gone run it

Yeah we gon' run it