Bag Season Freestyle

Haaaaa
In the booth with this shit
I had to do this
I had too
I want my respect

I want my respect
I'm keeping my foot on their neck
They watching me but ain't giving support
Ain't pick up a ball, I picked up a gun
While niggas was balling, I was on the run
I got a thing for shortys wit a gut
Poured up a 4 i ain't feeling this shit
Without a drill beat niggas can't even spit
Everyone drill
Everyone killers until they see the other side of that cell
Most of these niggas gon tell
They living their life for net
Ain't none of that when you inside of prison
Think the love real,fake love get vivid
Niggas forget about you when you sentenced
Leave you for dead like they gon get your pension
Gang and life they both got 4 letters
Who you think they gon choose when they hear letters
Niggas tricky,ugly sweater
Had to ice out the td cause td be hittin
U tryna fuck her
I'm tryna get her to walk in the bank
Bag up some stink
But most can't relate
You tryna bust a nut
Im tryna bust a check
We ain't the same
We ain't the same
Haaaaa
I fuck wit bitches that get it
Grinding
Don't only fuck wit niggas kuz they shinning
I was to humble they awoke a beast
Turn to a hyena when I hear beats
The shit I be saying my bars is Ridiculous
Niggas can't feel you when you don't spit frivolous
Cut the bitch off now she stuck in her feelings
Purple emoji grin means you a villain
Walked outta city 10racks in my palms
5 months ago, Use to get Jpays
Way I'm boguarding my way is a mayday
Money calling woke me up that's a pay day
Earrings heavy so my earlobes hang
Td pendent hit just like the bank
Swerving on haters I kno that they watching
It's my aura that's leaving that stink
If I put it on I ain't tucking my chain
Soon get a watch just to bust down the face
I'm waiting my turn you kno how it go
Until them mills come I still got them pros
Brody a Demond he collecting souls
Don't care bout no wave
I create my own
Told y'all before that I'm taking the stairs
If you get tired you getting left there
I'm chasing the bag everything else is dead
Ima be the first to make this shit clear
I kno this shit right here gon take a lil longer
Ain't dick riding none
That's word to mother
Niggas will pull up wit choppas and chop ya
Then have a session get high like a Rasta
Ain't about money I don't wanna hear
That's the reason it's boulders in my ears
Don't let them charge you like deWalt
My nigga I kno that you kno you ain't meant for a drill
Don't let them charge you like deWalt
My nigga I kno that you kno you ain't meant for a drill

I'm Travvy dinero and this how I'm feeling
Yeah
Yeah
Haaaa



Credits
Writer(s): Travis Malone
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