BAG CHECK (feat. Ganta X & OMXNEMO)

Fuck boy you wanna test me

Bullet in yo' chest piece

Fuck boy trynna beef

I pull up, like imma chess piece

This Glock for you especially

You bitches act so specially

I press him thru' the dms

Call the cops, cuz im his enemy

All these bitches dip

I come quick

You a bitch

Neck slit

Motherfuckers wanna get it like this

Imma show

What it is

Idols turn into my rivals

You the one, target aquired

Turn his clique into a choir

You a twink, that fuck on minors

You a lame, you a goof

This my lane, imma gook

Dade county in the roof

You say midnight, I say boof

Imma beat you into two

You were cut

Where the noose?

Thats why X cut yo' verse

You is washed, you is cursed

That's why you a bitch, talkin' tough but you lil' bro

Why wait? Throw that fuckin' bitch, out the window

Aye, yuh, bitch go fuck yourself, like a nympho

Why the fuck you recycle yo' friends, they like shit, though?

H.U.R.T gang, in this fuckin' bitch, I tell em' back up

All these fuckin' drugs inside my body, I'm boutta act up

We don't give a fuck on what it takes to get the racks up

Yeah, I'm broke as fuck and yo bitch want me in her asshole

7.62 through your damn head

Deflate what that ego inflated

Make out a noose out mother fuckers damn dreads

Watch him cry with that critical damage

Kami talkin stupid imma click him like a powerpoint

Ridin on my dick I'm gonna snap his fuckin ball joints

Talkin all that shit I'm boutta shoot him like some steroids

Sippin out the bottle freshen up just like its altoids

Aye aye

How the fuck you lookin like dyke bitch

Why the fuck you talkin like a white bitch

Shit up on a track better wipe it

Boy you sounding corny better lock in

Product of drugs you a product of failure

Product of greatness your boy need a savior

Walk like im jesus not born in a manger

Stand at attention salute to your major

I do not fuck with the flex

Put (?) into his neck

(?)

Aye

I take his brother, his mother, his father, sister and uncle and turn him Swiss cheese

(?) put the blade to his gun, put him down, it will make my relief(?)

I don't (?) fuck kami, (?)

You said it was target acquired (?)

You some bitches

(?) fit the checklist

You a fuck ****, you a bitch, you a faggot

His money has been tested, but couldn't pay his bag check

Skinny lil' bitch, go watch his dreads break his damn neck

This rule number one you don’t go fucking with my money bitch

Wouldn’t gave a fuck if you had kept your fucking mouth shut

Slither motherfucker wanna test and get your wig split

You ain’t tote no metal pussy keep your fuckin' tongue tucked (You say you a bitch?)

Rich prick but pussy boy can not afford a bag check

ChiHuahua lookin ass you fuckin mad okay what’s up then

Why you built like paper go and hit a fuckin bench press

You know that won’t help you I’ll still pop you like a Soviet