bag back

Hold up
 Back up
 Bag back ×3
 Nigga where dey find me
 Foaming at the mouth
 Geeking for that action
 Red flower, when I get to trippin
 Bloody shower, show you the beginning
 Niggas sell they soul, for a fucking listen
 Vice grip cold, niggas end up missing
 Niggas balling hard, wit no pot to piss in
 Asking where da bait, but dey fuvking all da vixens/
 Get da fuck up my business
 You ain't fucking wit dis menace
 Feeling froggy have you senseless
 This ain't forgger, you won't make it
 Turn this to a scene a taken
 Tippy toing wit some caution
 Fuck I know you hear me coughing
 Never slipping, always coffee
 All these fuckers, tryna off me
 Tryna slay me, that's a often
 Coming spiteful, check my rifle
 Got ya baby looking stifled
 She just took another eyeful
 Now she falling like effiel
 She love
 A real nigga IQ
 She love
 How I just haiku
 Let me mark you wit dis check
 Foamposites on your chest
 Kinda different than the rest
 If you see it then you rest
 Always dumping, never bless
 Asking questions, nigga next
 Time coming, wit no flex
 Put yo bitch up in this vex
 Now she tryna have sex
 Felt da pistol, now she wet
 Treat dat pussy like a vet
 Used to fade me in da back
 Keep da ganja in a back
 Nigga watch me, never lack
 Hold up
 Back up
 Bag back ×3
 Rest up your vocals that shit sounding lame
 No fucks for your claims, you looking for stain
 You fuck wit my gains, I turn you to stain
 Da fuck is these bama's doing
 Aloofer den patrick ewing
 Dey worried bout who i'm fooling
 Dat money look real congruent
 Been stepping my influence
 Don't lecture me
 Blessing the
 Beat
 Wit my symphony
 Scenically ending the
 Questions, gossiping
 Hoessiping
 Niggas be talking like bitchs
 Running they mouth but i really don't get it
 No witness, no witness
 Dez boy looking shitty
 I fuck on yo on ya bitty
 Les get to gritty
 Young nigga
 Ya shitty
 Calling me dante, i'm cleaning up hell
 Calling me gohan, a danger to frail
 Pray for ya self, imma send you to hell
 7 more shots, imma set you a sail
 7 more shots turn your body to brail
 Body can't function, no reference details
 Feeling ya head, wit all these tales
 Nigga don't loaf
 Dat shit gross
 Do the most
 All this boast
 For you ghost
 You ain't ghost
 You a roach
 You ain't close
 Don't approach
 Keep a vik up on my shelf
 I need that for health
 Gated the entrance
 But fuck did you think
 The king of the auxx
 So I know my shit stink
 Don't get it construed
 You end up wit l's
 Shading my name