Bag Play Lyrics
Hey, put a towel underneath the door
Open the windows up
Oh man
Don`t you call the cops, I`m smokin` on that killa
I`m so super lit I can`t even fight the feelin`
Told my kids that daddy must go get the millions
Pull up with the top, I left without the ceiling
I`m on to bag play
I`m in a great space
Ain`t with the fake love, I won`t even handshake
The real niggas fuck with me, I`m talkin` the long way
I jump on the beat hungry, I make it a entree
I am not fighting the feeling
I gotta be one of the realest
Really though, one of the illest
Mentally fully committed
Ain`t no sauce for the free
Ain`t no land of the free
Ain`t no hand-out, let me find out, nothing`s here for the cheap
I`mma rise to occasion, every time we arrange it
I`m alive, nigga, get in line, still ahead of time with the cadance
No flaws, no flagging
Murder scene, new caskets
Boy, it`s feeling like the first time Frank Lucas hit with Blue Magic
God
Oh shit, I think that`s them people at the door Zeek
I think we done packed too much gelato in the [?]
Yeah, fuck it
Don`t you call the cops, I`m smokin` on that killa
I`m so super lit I can`t even fight the feelin`
Told my kids that daddy must go get the millions
Pull up with the top, I left without the ceiling
I`m on to bag play (yeah, yeah)
I`m in a great space (yeah, yeah)
Ain`t with the fake love (no way)
I won`t even handshake (no way)
The real niggas fuck with me, I`m talkin` the long way
I jump on the beat hungry, I make it a entree (did that)
Ready or not, fuck if you ready or not
Niggas be talking a lot
Claimin` they hot
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"Fuck is you talkin` about?"
Niggas they wanna be `Pac
You could get shot like him
You know the flow on a old diaper
Ain`t no containin` a [?]
Cannot compare to a Leonitas
Phone jumpin` off-hook
I`m in my robe when I cook
I`m centerfoldin` my looks
I`m tired on schoolin` you rooks
Turned the `telly to the trap
Different season on the raps
Smokin loud, trying to hold it down
Fuck it, neighbors hatin` on the low
Any city, I`mma pull up in it, make a fuckin` movie at the show
Made a killin` at the door
I`ve been living on the road
Fans feed my soul
Keep on feedin` `em tho
I heard a knock at that door
Don`t you call the cops, I`m smokin` on that killa
I`m so super lit I can`t even fight the feelin`
Told my kids that daddy must go get the millions
Pull up with the top, I left without the ceiling
I`m on to bag play (yeah, yeah)
I`m in a great space (yeah, yeah)
Ain`t with the fake love, I won`t even handshake (oh no)
The real niggas fuck with me, I`m talkin` the long way
I jump on the beat hungry, I make it my entree (did that)
