Season of the Bag Lyrics

See I don't traffic drugs

But I'm packing snubs

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 fuck around and miss them

So tell me what's the word

Tell me what you heard

Thinkin my boy gone slip with the pack shit 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

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

This the season of the bag we gone run it

We gone run it

This the season of the bag we gone run it

We gone run it

This the season of the bag we gone run it

We gone run it

This the season of the bag we gone run it

We gone run it

This the season of the bag we gone run it

We gone run it

This the season of the bag we gone run it

We gone run it

This the season of the bag we gone run it

We gone run it

This the season of the bag we gone run it

Yeah we gone run it

This the season we gone run it

Might hit CZ for the encore

I might pop up dressed in blue

Out of the blue like who want war

I'm a show y'all niggas 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 bullshit

See us coming all you hear is hushes

Wish a nigga would try and pull shit

Lyrical stay riding with a full clip

Fuck around over here get ya hull ripped

Like the titanic if I was you I would panic

And pretend I don't understand shit

Like no comprehend I speak Spanish

Oh God dammit I fucked up

Really thought that you would leave me fucked up

Now you're the one getting fucked up

Wrapped in a rug getting chucked in a dump truck

Bitch ain't no such thing as dumb luck

Reach back like a like a pimp leave you dumbstruck

Came straight outta 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 niggas that you know

Might be hell a scary but clearly

I only have one fuck to give yearly

But right now

This the season of the bag we gone run it

We gone run it

This the season of the bag we gone run it

We gone run it

This the season of the bag we gone run it

We gone run it

This the season of the bag we gone run it

We gone run it

This the season of the bag we gone run it

We gone run it

This the season of the bag we gone run it

We gone run it

This the season of the bag we gone run it

We gone run it

This the season of the bag we gone run it

Yeah we gone run it