BAG CHASER ANTHEM

Can't stop, won't stop, running to the bag
You a loser, I been runnin' shit, no, I can't come in last (Aye)
Can't stop, won't stop, running to the bag (Running to the bag)
I been working too long, no, there ain't no time for naps (Nah)
Can't stop, won't stop, runnin' to the bag
I ain't waitin' for a handout, know these demons on my ass
Can't stop, won't stop, runnin' to the bag
I been winnin' while you bitch about it, love to see you mad

Uh, hatin'? Man, I love that, I'm above that
Ain't no bag, ain't no bitches, either way, he ain't touch racks
Smoking on a skunk pack, on that runtz pack
I was fucking on this bitch and when I'm done, finna' punt that
I ain't running out of luck, yeah we, yeah we, run it up
If you counting Hella' money, go ahead and turn it up (Yeah)
I got Grabba, I got Fronto, either way, we burning up
And if you ain't countin' mad money, you ain't earn eno-o-ough

Earn eno-o-ough
Thirty rеlease, I bless you likе a priest, I bet you getting touched
Got my liver playing tag, the way I chase this fucking mud
I just lit me a Backwoody, oh wait, here come the bu-u-uzz
Won't stop getting to the bread (Yeah)
I was down bad, thinking, How long is this .50 finna' spread?
If you try to catch me slipping, then I'm gripping on this lead
Frankenstein, the way this 9 gon' put some stitches to your head
Won't stop getting to the gua-a-ap
And this F-N on me, singing just like, "Fa-la-la"
Like a deacon, .30 speakin' just like, "Blah-Blah-Blah"
Choppa' sing like Trey Songz, singing, "Ooh-na-na"
Can't stop, won't stop, running to the bag
And my finger got a blister way I'm thumbing through this cash
All these fiends that I be juggin', they won't ever get it back
Keep on grinding 'til I give my mom the life we never had (Never had)

Can't stop, won't stop, running to the bag (To the bag)
You a loser, I been runnin' shit, no, I can't come in last (Skrr)
Can't stop, won't stop, runnin' to the bag (Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah)
I been working too long, no, there ain't no time for naps (Nah)
Can't stop, won't stop, running to the bag
I ain't waitin' for a handout, know these demons on my ass
Can't stop, won't stop, runnin' to the bag (Aye!)
I been winnin' while you bitch about it, love to see you mad

So much hunnids, I'm not fronting, got a bag inside my bag
Brodie vicious 'cause he get no bitches, no wonder he sad
Had his mistress blowing PE$O kisses, no wonder he mad
On a mission 'til no longer living, doing it for my dad
Can't stop, won't stop, running to the bag
I ain't waitin' on no features because most these rappers trash, uh
Can't stop, won't stop, one-fifty the dash
In Miami, off a couple Xannies, hoping I don't crash

Bitch! (Runnin' to the bag)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Can't stop, won't stop
SHINY WORLD! Bitch
Running to the bag, yeah, running to the, uh
Running to the bag, yeah (Running to the bag, yeah)
Wake up in the morning, you better run to that bag
You fuckin' broke, stupid

Fuck PE$O (PE$O, PE$O, PE$O)