You're listening to Shitbagger by Okgutta

I cannot hear what you saying

I'm off oxy syrup nodding off I'm also smoking loud

BG man pack in my fucking lungs we turn a man to loud

Cracko pack get smoked down

BG man get smoked down

So much lines of tec in here I'll still be high if I pour some out

I'm still smoking on Jakirah pack

The D mo pack to god damned loud

My lungs is filled up with Jakirah pack man I cannot stop smoking em down

For real

Except bullets I do not got shit for these ****

30-06 blow your bones up fat my AR make a man get bigger

I could turn fat man skinny, 762's put a hole through liver

White cup purple stuff inside the top of that bitch I'm sipping on Frieza

You do not want to see me I make men run on the spot like cheetah

Outside with my gun everyday man this bitch going Butthead on him like Beevis

I'm the best in the universe 2 crystal gems in my ears I'm like Steven

I be flying like superman 180 scratch off the lot then I leave him

The way I start bugging out punching on songs you'd think I seen a Beetle

**** you not my equal 308s get you split down the middle and leak you

Chattering box on the back of my pistol I flick it, it talks like people

My pistol got a retina in its lens, I think it sees like people

This bitch go thermal and shit, the retina change colors but it got no pupils

I don't want a smut little bitch may names John Gutta I'm married to money

I just took my vows to the breesh gave a kiss to it said yes I do to the money

I said till death do us part to the money, these fleeting gains go away they're only dunya

My brother will move you for chicken he'd cut you to pieces if I pay the money

AR strapped to my shoulder I'm riding round with my buddy

Made a few bags outside today, I'm coming back home with luggage

You know if I slide I'm taking some out I would leave your situation fugly

Don't ever talk hot out the mouth to me ****, unless you want your mouth to be bloody

I left him with extra brain meat on the side of his shit now his head got a bunion

My grey 5 trench mob flag never touches my left hand it smells like money

Dropping the g throwing 5 up if I see a 3 I'm gone have they ass running

I got a couple little bitches I'm keeping on the backend in case I get lonely or some

You're now rocking with dj shitty b 3k and Okgutta

if you don't jack the 5 we'll hang you up like the grey flags