Bag Play

Hey, put a towel underneath the door

Open the windows up

Oh man

Don't you call the cops from smoking on that killer (On that killer)

I'm so super lit I can't even fight the feeling (Don't fight the feeling)

Told my kids that daddy must go get the millions

Pull up with the top, I left without the ceiling (Gone)

I'm on the bag play (Yeah yo)

I'm in a great space (Yeah yo)

Ain't with the fake love (No way)

I won't even handshake (No way)

The real **** fuck with me

I'm talking the long way (Long way)

I jump on the beat hungry

I make you the entree (That get it)

I am not fighting the feeling (No)

I gotta be one of the realest (Yeah)

Really one of the illest (Yeah)

Mentally fully committed

Ain't no south for the free

Ain't no land of the free (Nope)

Ain't no hand out, let me find out

Nothing's here for the cheap

I'ma rise to occasion (Yeah)

Every time we arranging (Yeah)

I'm a loud ****, get in line

Still ahead of time with the cadence

No flaws, no flagging

Murder scene, new casket

Boys feeling like the first time

Frank Lucas hit with blue magic

God

Oh shit

Man, I think there's some people at the door, Z

I think we done packed too much gelato in the thong, thong, fool

Uh, fuck it

Don't you call the cops from smoking on that killer (On that killer)

I'm so super lit I can't even fight the feeling (Don't fight the feeling)

Told my kids that daddy must go get the millions

Pull up with the top, I left without the ceiling

I'm on the bag play (Yeah yo)

I'm in a great space (Yeah yo)

Ain't with the fake love (Oh no)

I won't even handshake (Oh no)

The real **** fuck with me (They do)

I'm talking the long way (Game)

I jump on the beat hungry

I make you the entree (Get that, yeah)

Ready or not, fuck if you ready or not

**** be talking a lot

Claiming they hot, fuck is you talking about?

****, they wanna be popped

You can get shot in like

You know the flow on a old dyke

Ain't no containing the starved type

Can I compare to Willy Anidas

Phone jumping off hook

I'm in my robe when I cook (Pampers)

I'm sending four to my looks

I'm tired of schooling you rooks

Turnt the tele to the trap

Different season under wraps

Smoking loud, tryna roll it down

Fucking neighbors hating on the low

Any city, I'ma pull up in it

Make a fucking movie at a show

Made a killing at the door

I been living on the road

Fans feeding my soul (Packed)

Keep 'em feet in them dope (Packs)

Heard a knock at that door

Hold up, who that?

Don't you call the cops from smoking on that killer (On that killer)

I'm so super lit I can't even fight the feeling (Don't fight the feeling)

Told my kids that daddy must go get the millions

Pull up with the top, I left without the ceiling

I'm on the bag play (Yeah yo)

I'm in a great space (Yeah yo)

Ain't with the fake love (Oh no)

I won't even handshake (Oh no)

The real **** fuck with me (They do)

I'm talking the long way (Game)

I jump on the beat hungry

I make you the entree (Get that, yeah)