Swish - Secure the Bag (feat. DreadedGreg & Antidote) Lyrics

How can I lose
I came in with nothing
I'm shitting on people
That treated me funny
That slept on the kid but tryna be buddys
It's crazy what people would do for the money
They told me I couldn't but look at me stuntin
Been with the shits
Now all of a sudden
They f*ck with the kid
I'm who they discussing
It is what is
Back to the money
Back to the money
Back to the money
I can't let these niggas stop me from securing the bag
I let my lady blow it
If she want it she got it
I'm making it back
Word on the streets
I bring the heat
And Your girl is a fan
I'm here for the night
Give her the pipe
Later I'm sending her back
The bag, is all that I'm chasing, can't be attached to a heart
Can not be opening up to a girl, like she riding with me from the start... and
If you be talking like you talk to homies, when you ain't with homies that shit get you f*cked
Cause you do not know, these niggas is fake, they might just be waiting to layout your guts
Huh
The bag, is all that I'm chasing, I can't be attached to a heart
I can not be opening up to a girl, like she riding with me from the start... and
If you be talking like you talk to homies, when you ain't with homies that shit get you f*cked
Cause you do not know, these niggas is fake, they might just be waiting to layout your guts
Y'all know we can't lose the focus
I only do with the most bitch
Lens on the benzo, the 20's dun seen all the smoke
We just keep this shit rolling
Pack my percent for the winter
Money that f*ck with placentas
Came for the pot I ain't finished
The motion been backwoods and business
Came from the top, we don't know bout them bottoms
I just took Momo to go see the Bauhaus
This shit is potent, I'm stuck on a mile high
I f*ck with her often, I mess with them chakras
Rounds with the chopper, I know they money and fame don't meet up like the street and the gata
Cutthroat and proper, cant check my heater my nigga
We been hot as f*ck, word to Roca
Slow down the tempo
Skyf instrumental
Not too many who can fathom my mental
My stunting is proper
First name is Roca
I bag the bodies that's word to my mama
My bloodline is blessed
I came possessed
You smoking that Checkers
We smoking that zest
I can feel the demon bang in my chest
Feed me, feed me and my niggas oppressed
Been mobbin with Tempo
We broke curfews and windows
Now we handing out bodybags
You niggas been slow
I could run with a switch flow
Harambe got saddlebags
Cava zip code
We got genuine drip though
You niggas got counterracks
RocWeiler in grip mode
I got smoke by the boatload
PERFECT
The bag, is all that I'm chasing, can't be attached to a heart
Can not be opening up to a girl, like she riding with me from the start... and
If you be talking like you talk to homies, when you ain't with homies that shit get you f*cked
Cause you do not know, these niggas is fake, they might just be waiting to layout your guts
Huh
The bag, is all that I'm chasing, I can't be attached to a heart
I can not be opening up to a girl, like she riding with me from the start... and
If you be talking like you talk to homies, when you ain't with homies that shit get you f*cked
Cause you do not know, these niggas is fake, they might just be waiting to layout your guts
Huh