Got A Bag Lyrics

Yo, stand back, let me get this If you don't want beef, keep your distance

You don't wanna be up on the hit list, what is this

Rumble in the jungle with these misfits, it's business

Shit, or get off of the pot, wanna sit and serve it

25 to life, game of inches, worth it Yes, every minute well deserved

And I will not stop until everything is perfect

Serpent slither in the grass, it's a circus in life

You gotta get right for your purpose

These verses, my meditation

Man, they work, it's the purpose I'ma set the earth as a man

But I'm cursed with the gift that was given to me

Till they closed my curtains Close, I oppose those woes

I've been searching, determined to fulfill Every one of my urges axcell

I'ma get it till the world stop turning

I think I got it, got a bag

I think I got it got a bag

I think I got it, got a bag

I think I got it, got a bag

I think I got it, got a bag

I think I got it, got a bag

I think I got it, got a bag

I think I got it, got a bag

Yo

Stand back, like it's COVID Amtrak, ran tracks, leave you dope sick

Handcraft anthrax in your postage

Plan attack, then advance, see it's hopeless

Ransack, land masses with vocals Can of gas pack of matches explosive

Scram fast, damn rats and you rodents

Jam-packed since my man was meiosis

Handle that cannon blast, leave him roasted

Banned rap bandersnatch psychosis

Can't last, we like bass, to you goldfish

Grand champ handed scraps, I'm ferocious

Atrocious and rancid, you trash Decompose and get thrown in compactor

We smashing opponents, these hoes need a mask

Tampax or a motrin, a dose to relax

Adavant ibuprofen, prognosis is bad

Xanax, can't control it, don't overreact

Leave your ass in a coma, you smoking some crack

If you act like we don't spit, grown from the trap

Got the tats for the moments, diplomas don't

matter

A class of our own, you provoking the wrath

Mad max on the road, buffalo in the lambs

I'm a pass, em the lotion, the chrome in my grasp

Phantasm, your dome split Awoken the kraken the clash of the romans

Get broken in half, avalanche, have you frozen

Corrosive like acid, a splash, leave him boneless

The omen is back with the craft, got the potion

A ghost from your past, at your casket with roses

Phone up the pastor and ask if he's open

Wrote an epitaph on behalf, so condolence

Throw in a bag of some cash, now we own him

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I think I got it, got a bag

I think I got it, got a bag

I think I got it, got a bag

I think I got it, got a bag