Season of the Bag (Slowed n Throwed Version)
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See I don't traffic drugs But I'm packing snubs Gettin' 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 360 vision situation might gotta move like pistons Them boys ain't punchin no clocks they got there own system You can't be slow with the movement you'll f*ck around and miss em 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 2 weeks he gets the bag so it pays man Bitch I ain't talking about no dope 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 yall 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 F*ck 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 comprende 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 hella scary but clearly I only have one f*ck 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
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Written by: Justice Brown, Michael Kettle Jr
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