Текст песни Bag Szn (feat. Steph G) - Ray Rav

Yea
It's Him
It's that Bag Season
Rubber Band, Rubber Band
(Uh, Aye)
It's that Bag Season
Double R
Lets get it
(Yea, Yea)

This that bag season
Yea, Only baddies allowed
No more holding niggaz down
Tryna get a lamb, no halal
This that bag season
Remember when I had two cuts in the brows
Now I need that check
And an ice tray for the smile

This that bag season
Yea, Only baddies allowed
No more holding niggaz down
Tryna get a lamb, no halal
This that bag season
Remember when I had two cuts in the brows
Now I need that check
And an ice tray for the smile
This that

I'm on a mission
Feen, Louie, Amiri the denim
Tryna have my niggaz celebrating, taking shots
No longer gotta send em
I got a baddie with me from the hood
Every shawty with me it be hard to get em
They know I got a shot, I gotta buy the block
We not the same, they rather spin em
I need some foreign whips, so I could tint em
Wraith and a Lambo, I ain't tryna rent em
I hold a grudge, I be having Venom
I know the wolves, I ain't tryna send em
I need some lamb chops for the dinner
Casamigos for the Benz sprinter
She wanna be with me cause I'm a winner
Plus a nigga handsome, waves on spinner
I'm never stopping til I'm in the grave
Maybe I'm stuck in my ways
I'm only focused on getting paid
But I want some niggaz on the front page
Fueled with hunger, I be spitting pain
Jordan in the clutch, ice in my veins
If the fam struggling, I can't have ice in my chain

This that bag season
Yea, Only baddies allowed
No more holding niggaz down
Tryna get a lamb, no halal
This that bag season
Remember when I had two cuts in the brows
Now I need that check
And an ice tray for the smile

This that bag season
Yea, Only baddies allowed
No more holding niggaz down
Tryna get a lamb, no halal
This that bag season
Remember when I had two cuts in the brows
Now I need that check
And an ice tray for the smile
This that

Bag season, matter fact it's that "these hoes mad season"
My whole staff eating, same ones talking, Not in my class even
It's Steph G, bitches be talking bout me, they niggaz be ass eating
Look at me, I'm on top of my shit, like Rav
I take a shot and I green it
If I say you done for, my nigga I mean it
My bank account look like the numbers I'm streaming
I hop out a foreign, they ain't ever see it
I'm speeding, moving like a demon
Wanna-be hoes, I be teaching
They be like "Stephy, you preaching"
How you at Saks, your piece never reading
I'm at a Mansion OT for the weekend

This that bag season
Yea, Only baddies allowed
No more holding niggaz down
Tryna get a lamb, no halal
This that bag season
Remember when I had two cuts in the brows
Now I need that check
And an ice tray for the smile

This that bag season
Yea, Only baddies allowed
No more holding niggaz down
Tryna get a lamb, no halal
This that bag season
Remember when I had two cuts in the brows
Now I need that check
And an ice tray for the smile
This that