Bag
Lately I've been a bit unstable
You cannot sit at my lunch table
I'm the Captain now, no crunch
They will accuse me of capping, I'm unable
Need the show looking like Trump rallies
Mother fuckers going dumb
Ou, I'm racking up points you got none tallied
Attacking you boys with my Kung Fu
Who the fuck is really fucking with me
Motherfucker who are you? Huh?
I'm really out here looking something silly
I stunt cause it's something to do
You are not a part of my crew
I sound the alarm and the armament moves
Karmas a dude, and he's a real piece of shit
I'm on my Liam Neeson shit
I'm in my bag
I got this shit in the bag
I'm finna get me a bag
I'll blow it all on a bag
I'm in my bag
I got this shit in the bag
I'm finna get me a bag
I'll blow it all on a bag
My rhyming is Mona Lisa uh
My diet is only pizza uh
Steffi my only feature uh
The rest of you only dream it up
Steadily rolling reefer up
Or pack up a bowl with kief on top
All of that talk you keep it up but can't do the walk when we show up
I'm like a God, I be above
And I'll be the judge, I'll see you cuffed
I'm off the cuff and in the cut
I can't get enough of Indica
I hit it rough, I hit it raw
I been a dog and I been the goat
I'm in a gold mine up in my own mind
I give you no time, way she goes
I'm in my bag
I got this shit in the bag
I'm finna get me a bag
I'll blow it all on a bag
I'm in my bag
I got this shit in the bag
I'm finna get me a bag
I'll blow it all on a bag
You cannot sit at my lunch table
I'm the Captain now, no crunch
They will accuse me of capping, I'm unable
Need the show looking like Trump rallies
Mother fuckers going dumb
Ou, I'm racking up points you got none tallied
Attacking you boys with my Kung Fu
Who the fuck is really fucking with me
Motherfucker who are you? Huh?
I'm really out here looking something silly
I stunt cause it's something to do
You are not a part of my crew
I sound the alarm and the armament moves
Karmas a dude, and he's a real piece of shit
I'm on my Liam Neeson shit
I'm in my bag
I got this shit in the bag
I'm finna get me a bag
I'll blow it all on a bag
I'm in my bag
I got this shit in the bag
I'm finna get me a bag
I'll blow it all on a bag
My rhyming is Mona Lisa uh
My diet is only pizza uh
Steffi my only feature uh
The rest of you only dream it up
Steadily rolling reefer up
Or pack up a bowl with kief on top
All of that talk you keep it up but can't do the walk when we show up
I'm like a God, I be above
And I'll be the judge, I'll see you cuffed
I'm off the cuff and in the cut
I can't get enough of Indica
I hit it rough, I hit it raw
I been a dog and I been the goat
I'm in a gold mine up in my own mind
I give you no time, way she goes
I'm in my bag
I got this shit in the bag
I'm finna get me a bag
I'll blow it all on a bag
I'm in my bag
I got this shit in the bag
I'm finna get me a bag
I'll blow it all on a bag
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Writer(s): Michael Moyst
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