Pe$o Pete, 954Mari, Toro - BAG CHASER ANTHEM lyrics

Can't stop, won't stop, runnin' to the bag
You a loser, I been runnin' shit, no
 I can't come in last (Aye)
Can't stop, won't stop, runnin' to the bag
(Runnin' to the bag)
I been working too long, no
There ain't no time for naps (Nah)
Can't stop, won't stop, runnin' to the bag
I ain't waitin' for a handout
Know these demons on my ass
(Demons on my ass)
Can't stop, won't stop, runnin' to the bag
I been winnin' while you bitch about it
Love to see you mad

Uh, hatin'? Man, I love that
I'm above that
Ain't no bag, ain't no bitches, either way
He ain't touch racks
Smoking on a skunk pack, on that runtz pack
I was fuckin' on this bitch
And when I'm done, finna punt that
Never runnin' out of luck
Yeah, we, yeah, we, run it up
If you countin' hella money
Go ahead and turn it up (yeah)
I got grabba, I got fronto, either way
We burnin' up
And if you ain't countin' mad money
You ain't earn eno-o-ough

Earn eno-o-ough
30 rеlease, I bless you likе a priest
I bet you getting touched
Got my liver playing tag
The way I chase this fucking mud
I just lit me a Backwoody, oh wait
Here come the bu-u-uzz
Won't stop getting to the bread (yeah)
I was down bad, thinking
"How long is this 50 finna spread?"
If you try to catch me slipping
Then I'm gripping on this lead
Frankenstein, the way this 9 gon' put
Some stitches to your head (Ra-Ra-Ra)
Won't stop getting to the gua-a-ap
And this F-N on me, singing just like
"Fa la la"
Like a deacon, 30 speakin' just like
"Blah-Blah-Blah"
Choppa sing like Trey Songz, singing
"Ooh na na"
Can't stop, won't stop, runnin' to the bag
And my finger got a blister way
I'm thumbing through this cash
All these fiends that I be juggin'
They won't ever get it back
Keep on grinding 'til I give my
Mom the life we never had (Never had)

Can't stop, won't stop, runnin' to the bag
(To the bag)
You a loser, I been runnin' shit, no
I can't come in last (Skrrt)
Can't stop, won't stop, runnin' to the bag
(yeah, yeah yeah, yeah)
I been working too long, no
There ain't no time for naps (Nah)
Can't stop, won't stop, runnin' to the bag
I ain't waitin' for a handout
Know these demons on my ass
(Demons on my ass)
Can't stop, won't stop, runnin' to the bag
(Aye)
I been winnin' while you bitch about it
Love to see you mad (yeah yeah)

So much hunnids, I'm not fronting
Got a bag inside my bag
Brodie vicious 'cause he get no bitches
No wonder he sad
Had his mistress blowing PE$O kisses
No wonder he mad (No wonder he mad)
On a mission 'til no longer living
Doing it for my dad
(Doing it for my dad, oh)
Can't stop, won't stop, runnin' to the bag
I ain't waitin' on no features
Because most these rappers trash, uh
Can't stop, won't stop, one-fifty the dash
In Miami, off a couple Xannies
Hoping I don't crash
(Hoping I don't crash)

Bitch! (Runnin' to the bag, hahahah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Can't stop, won't stop sHINY WORLD!, bitch
Runnin' to the bag, yeah, runnin' to the
Uh runnin' to the bag, yeah
(Runnin' to the bag, yeah)
Wake up in the morning
You better run to that bag
You fuckin' broke, stupid!

Fuck PE$O (PE$O, PE$O, PE$O)