The Bag by Aight Bet

Lyrics

Theyll be fumblin,Jesse White tumblin, the bag
karma came around made yall look like im your dad
need an ass whoopin, im not trippin, I been flippin bread
schoolin the fools and i know what im doin
repulsive to think im a bitch, boy
fuck all of you haters, man
fuck all of you haters, damn
cant get a break cant get away
cant get a mothafuckin day to liberate
fuck all of you haters, man
fuck all of you haters, damn
cant get a break cant get away
cant get a mothafuckin day to liberate

This ain’t the first time
Get ya act right
Pay ya dues, earn respect, getcha bag right
All that talkin’ came back
Hit ‘em with the blindside
Flippin’ the script and I know what I’m doin
It’s bout to go down
Listen up
Aye!
Fuck all you bitches, man
Fuck all you bitches, damn
Same old shit but a different day
Payin no mind to ‘em
Everybody knows
Yeah!
Fuck all you bitches, man
Fuck all you bitches, damn
Same old shit but a different day
I don’t fuck wit ‘em
You already know

who the hell vouched for these bitches
real ones stick to the mission
this aint bout gettin a comission
only as good as your weakest link
who the hell vouched for these bitches
real ones stick to the mission
this aint bout gettin a comission
only as good as your weakest link

What the fuck are they smokin?
What the fuck are you smokin?
The wicked is getting to your head
The wicked…it’s getting to your head
What the fuck are they smokin?

Theyll be fumblin,jesse white tumblin, the bag
karma came around made yall look like im your dad
need an ass whoopin, im not trippin, I been flippin bread
schoolin the fools and i know what im doin
repulsive to think im a bitch, boy
fuck all of you haters, man
fuck all of you haters, damn
cant get a break cant get away
cant get a mothafuckin day to liberate
fuck all of you haters, man
fuck all of you haters, damn
cant get a break cant get away
cant get a mothafuckin day to liberate

• Hardcore
• Metal
• Punk
• Rapcore
• beatdown
• post-hardcore
• Chicago