Bag of sh*t lyrics

[Intro] (two goons arguing)
Man the bag, with the sh*t got sh*t on the bag
(Alejandro!)
You heard me n*gga the bag with the sh*t got sh*t on the bag
How the f*ck did the bag with the sh*t get sh*t on it?
I don't know man but the bag with the sh*t got sh*t on the bag man I'm not picking up that sh*t
There's a lot of sh*t in that bag man for you not to pick up man pick that sh*t up
I'm not picking that sh*t up man. That sh*t got sh*t on the bag

[Verse 1]
(It go)
Better my bars, my bars better than every of y'all
Can never f*ck with the god whenever cheddar involved
Knock the wind outta n*gga like a medicine ball
Ready with sket whenever the veteran call
If rhyming is fighting then I be Tyson
If fighting was rhyming then your ass can't fight friend
Cyber dub they be typing the beats freely
C.P. in the streets talking 'bout peace treaty
Half naked eating sand in Reese Beach
Ball between your legs n*ggas call you Maurice Cheeks
I like bein' alone home I trim the fat
Friends hating on ends but none of them can rap
I will take your FUBU and take my time
Duke I'm waste removal, you a waste of time
(P!) I will pop your partner
Then give my whole squad bricks Waka Flocka (ahhhh)
[Hook: Loudmouf Choir]
The bag with the sh*t got sh*t on the bag [singing] x4

[Verse 2]
Back to the basic straight racist
Smack black off face b*tch
Listen, soon as your fam enter, he get shot
White sheet, duke, like clan member
Sean's sh*t is the best b*tch
Ask 5-0 the content is aggressive
The AR clapper[?? clapped ya ??] in your dome
Hoes call it hairline fracture
Listen
So tough sho'nough [sure enough] the master
Stuff a motherless child wild f*ck the bast*rd
Shorty sh*tstain naughty with the fifth bang
Sorta Rick James caught him [??when he sniffed 'caine??]
I will clap your Kangol fake ass n*gga Saxon Anglo
(P!) I was rap before
I'm hard headed n*gga
So I'm back for more
(Alejandro!)

Hook