Statues - Season of the Bag

See I don't traffic drugs
But I'm packing snubs
Getting paper by any means we stack it up
So we don't leave no paper trail homie no tracking mud
We do it on a burner phone so they don't track the plug
So tell me what's the mission
Eyes and ears open listen
Three-Sixty vision situation might got to move like pistons
Them boys ain't punching no clocks they got there own system
You can't be slow with the movement you'll fuck around and miss them
So tell me what's the word
Tell me what you heard
Thinkin my boy gone slip with the pack shit is so absurd
No immunity my community is all I serve
I said don't put in the box just leave it on the curb
So what's the game plan
Routes all the same man
He's always on the road those hours that he slays man
Every two weeks he gets the bag so it pays man
Bitch I ain't talkin about no dope I'm talkin bout the mail man
This the season of the bag we gone run it
We gone run it
This the season of the bag we gone run it
We gone run it
This the season of the bag we gone run it
We gone run it
This the season of the bag we gone run it
We gone run it
This the season of the bag we gone run it
We gone run it
This the season of the bag we gone run it
We gone run it
This the season of the bag we gone run it
We gone run it
This the season of the bag we gone run it
Yeah we gone run it
This the season we gone run it
Might hit CZ for the encore
I might pop up dressed in blue
Out of the blue like who want war
I'm a show y'all niggas justice
When you see me out in public
Ain't got time for no discussion
Nod ya head and keep it pushing
Or you might find a package in ya bushes
Real Republicans miss the Bushes
Some people really buy the bullshit
See us coming all you hear is hushes
Wish a nigga would try and pull shit
Lyrical stay riding with a full clip
Fuck around over here get ya hull ripped
Like the titanic if I was you I would panic
And pretend I don't understand shit
Like no comprehend I speak Spanish
Oh God dammit I fucked up
Really thought that you would leave me fucked up
Now you're the one getting fucked up
Wrapped in a rug getting chucked in a dump truck
Bitch ain't no such thing as dumb luck
Reach back like a like a pimp leave you dumbstruck
Came straight outta Cali back to family
To show all these rap fiends what's what
Jay Akki stay a G I will cut up
Anyone any time any beat any rhyme
I don't care ima ride till I'm gut up
In a cemetery other niggas that you know
Might be hell a scary but clearly
I only have one fuck to give yearly
But right now
This the season of the bag we gone run it
We gone run it
This the season of the bag we gone run it
We gone run it
This the season of the bag we gone run it
We gone run it
This the season of the bag we gone run it
We gone run it
This the season of the bag we gone run it
We gone run it
This the season of the bag we gone run it
We gone run it
This the season of the bag we gone run it
We gone run it
This the season of the bag we gone run it
Yeah we gone run it

Written by:
Justice Brown, Michael Kettle Jr

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