The Streets - Who's Got The Bag lyrics

First in the room thirsting from noon
Herbalist fumes where's me balloon?
Curse off the Zoom burstin'? We boom
First in the room 21st of June
Then they fucked that too

Who's got the bag? Who's got the bag?

Food in the back pocket
I'm here to boo Babylon
Let's be having the boondocks back
You have to do what you can
Tooting the Boris smoking on the Rishi
Shooting with my hand cocked (Got the)
Go back to doing what slaps
It's a matter of duty, damn
Fuck the jukebox in the caf'
Good God who's got the bag?

The herds of the goons the blur of perfume
Reverse up the tune birded off too soon
Shmurda is loose perched for the views
The chirping and crooning out
The burden and blues the verses of music
The der dee dee doo birkin bag, Gucci
Or dirty, rank shoes werewolf to the moon
First in the room nurse me all Tuesday
21st of June then they fucked that too

Who's got the bag? Who's got the bag?

You have to do what you can
Been in the lab too long, man
I'd have it to doo-wop jazz
Who's got the bag? Tooting on the Boris
Smoking on the Rishi
Shooting with my hand cocked (Got the) bag
21st of June