J.J., Av Hamilton - BAG Lyrics

Y’all can see me winning but I’m gunnin for more
Think you keepin up well we can run up the Score
I be inside my bag
Y’all be outside the door
Got you hands in my pockets
Ain’t gon take it no more
What makes you think you can hang with the Best
Brain waves on a higher level level banks can Attest
I’m on a rocket jet
Strapped up locked on success
I know y’all wanna win the prize
you don’t want the sweat
That’s funny
How can I convey the issue
Inconsistent nature wit you
Momma still will babysit you
Oh oh oh
I’m changing lives by example
I’m switching flows like they light bulbs
Y’all sleeping sip too much NyQuil
You can try to swing but I’m ahead of the curve
You can try to take me but I put in that work
You can try to battle but you fumblin words
I be on another level not your concern
Y’all hate on the ones that’s great
And love on the ones who aint
All confused on the game
Think you Smoke too much dank
No Leo all cap
These fools deserve an Oscar
Actin like they working heavy
Quitting early shocker
Y’all can see me winning but I’m gunnin for more
Think you keepin up well we can run up the Score
I be inside my bag
Y’all be outside the door
Got you hands in my pockets
Ain’t gon take it no more
Magic flying carpet as I take a ride through hood Make you want to close up shop and have to Leave that thing for good, it’s depressing I know You cannot mess up my flow
I came into it like a glow stick
Take a look at my glow
Ok
How much wood could a blunt burn down if I Burnt that down on a track
Take me out to the ballgame
I’m babe ruth with a baseball bat
When I’m finish they say AV
You ain’t have to do em like that
Treat these goons like my house
I’m wiping feet on a face like a mat
Let em dig it up, switch it up pick it up
I’m on my game, let you drown in my ambition Not about the fame, bust out the k9
I’m toting illegals stuffed inside my duffel, it’s my Second nature on ninth life emerging out my Scuffle. It’s that pressure, yessir, massa no don’t Swing, call it lauryn hill cuz I see how to do that Thing. Pistol in my dresser your the meek and I’m the lesser, I cannot stress enough how much You wanted to impress her, and not the one y’all Think it’s much more deep into the game, the Difference ‘tween us you give up your spirit for The Fame
Y’all can see me winning but I’m gunnin for more
Think you keepin up well we can run up the Score
I be inside my bag
Y’all be outside the door
Got you hands in my pockets
Ain’t gon take it no more
Slick like Ross
Aiming for the tip top
I can end your rein in a single Pen drop
I drip like rain drops
Stop
Several sources of income
Conceptual my provisions
A micro dosage of pimpin
Came in like small incisions
Y’all ain’t see me coming
All that matters now is I’m here
Listen sonny
I’m never leaving
And ain’t nobody tryna bring it
That’s why
I had to step up
Give y’all reasons
To work for it
Sheesh
I done heard enough of fake bag chasers
From the bottom out the basement
I’m coming up
Uh
I got my bag and it’s plenty stuffed
Y’all can talk a lot but ain’t no way that you keepin up
Y’all can see me winning but I’m gunnin for more
Think you keepin up well we can run up the Score
I be inside my bag
Y’all be outside the door
Got you hands in my pockets
Ain’t gon take it no more
Ain’t got take it no more
Think you keepin up
Well we can run up the score
I be inside my bag
Y’all be outside the door
Got your hands in my pockets ain’t gon’ take it
No more
Yeah
What’s wrong
Y’all can’t hang
Damn
Who would’ve thought
Yeah

Y’all can see me winning but I’m gunnin for more
Think you keepin up well we can run up the Score
I be inside my bag
Y’all be outside the door
Got you hands in my pockets
Ain’t gon take it no more
What makes you think you can hang with the Best
Brain waves on a higher level level banks can Attest
I’m on a rocket jet
Strapped up locked on success
I know y’all wanna win the prize
you don’t want the sweat
That’s funny
How can I convey the issue
Inconsistent nature wit you
Momma still will babysit you
Oh oh oh
I’m changing lives by example
I’m switching flows like they light bulbs
Y’all sleeping sip too much NyQuil
You can try to swing but I’m ahead of the curve
You can try to take me but I put in that work
You can try to battle but you fumblin words
I be on another level not your concern
Y’all hate on the ones that’s great
And love on the ones who aint
All confused on the game
Think you Smoke too much dank
No Leo all cap
These fools deserve an Oscar
Actin like they working heavy
Quitting early shocker
Y’all can see me winning but I’m gunnin for more
Think you keepin up well we can run up the Score
I be inside my bag
Y’all be outside the door
Got you hands in my pockets
Ain’t gon take it no more
Magic flying carpet as I take a ride through hood Make you want to close up shop and have to Leave that thing for good, it’s depressing I know You cannot mess up my flow
I came into it like a glow stick
Take a look at my glow
Ok
How much wood could a blunt burn down if I Burnt that down on a track
Take me out to the ballgame
I’m babe ruth with a baseball bat
When I’m finish they say AV
You ain’t have to do em like that
Treat these goons like my house
I’m wiping feet on a face like a mat
Let em dig it up, switch it up pick it up
I’m on my game, let you drown in my ambition Not about the fame, bust out the k9
I’m toting illegals stuffed inside my duffel, it’s my Second nature on ninth life emerging out my Scuffle. It’s that pressure, yessir, massa no don’t Swing, call it lauryn hill cuz I see how to do that Thing. Pistol in my dresser your the meek and I’m the lesser, I cannot stress enough how much You wanted to impress her, and not the one y’all Think it’s much more deep into the game, the Difference ‘tween us you give up your spirit for The Fame
Y’all can see me winning but I’m gunnin for more
Think you keepin up well we can run up the Score
I be inside my bag
Y’all be outside the door
Got you hands in my pockets
Ain’t gon take it no more
Slick like Ross
Aiming for the tip top
I can end your rein in a single Pen drop
I drip like rain drops
Stop
Several sources of income
Conceptual my provisions
A micro dosage of pimpin
Came in like small incisions
Y’all ain’t see me coming
All that matters now is I’m here
Listen sonny
I’m never leaving
And ain’t nobody tryna bring it
That’s why
I had to step up
Give y’all reasons
To work for it
Sheesh
I done heard enough of fake bag chasers
From the bottom out the basement
I’m coming up
Uh
I got my bag and it’s plenty stuffed
Y’all can talk a lot but ain’t no way that you keepin up
Y’all can see me winning but I’m gunnin for more
Think you keepin up well we can run up the Score
I be inside my bag
Y’all be outside the door
Got you hands in my pockets
Ain’t gon take it no more
Ain’t got take it no more
Think you keepin up
Well we can run up the score
I be inside my bag
Y’all be outside the door
Got your hands in my pockets ain’t gon’ take it
No more
Yeah
What’s wrong
Y’all can’t hang
Damn
Who would’ve thought
Yeah