In the Bag Video (MV)

Yeah
Let's try to get this in one take
Got it in the bag, got it, got it in the bag

Looking but she can't touch
Game locked up like some handcuffs
I'd poke her but I can't bluff
I need a rest like hands up
Sirens, flashing lights, I don't know how to keep my focus
I'm signing, blasting like I'm bumping beats, that's how I cope bitch
This my kind of banger, my slang here might throw you off bro
Banter between these rappers is enough to make me go off though
Not expecting the win here, I'll settle for a second
But maybe after five minutes then you'll have learned a lesson
I mean you're getting schooled by the boy who's only messing
I mean what are you thirty, don't step to me, please quit flexing
And once I spit a verse it's always in your head like neurons
And if they wanna send out a contest, well then you're on
The trebles got me in a trance
Forever young like Peter Pan
Tinkerbell is on me and honestly if you saw me
You would understand why they say I keep it popping, ollie
Now I'm not popping Molly but Mary, she could've caught me
And if you really wanna know I'll show you what she taught me
But oddly I'm just jogging while you haters in a sprint
Best watch me, y'all forgot me, break ya, you might need a splint
The la-di to my da-di, got Slick Rick to listen in
Bugatti's or Ferrari's, get it from my dividends
Now know that I'm not straight edge but I'll never pay for pot
Call up 90's MTV and ask them for my f*cking spot
Call up Kurt Cobain together we be taking every shot
Balling just like MJ but no, I'm not going pop
You see me, I don't need privacy, I bought the Xbox One
I don't exactly tan, but I spit hot like the sun
I'm dangerous to play with, toxic needles, loaded gun
And trust me theirs now safety when you pull my trigger once, bow

Wait
I got a little more

Bet you thought I finished but I don't go premature
I'm sorry that your server crashed, the rap game needs some work
The game is in the gutter long as ratchet bitches twerk
So Chris Ash is with the new wave's heroes, hip-hop needs rebirth
I'm the baby of the movement, why I'm shitting on these haters
Never catch me in jerseys because I've never been a player
Look at me, I suit up, daily management bitch
Bout to shake up the whole game like candlestick, bitch
I'm a giant, San Francisco, eyes red, Cincinnati
Been up for two days straight so you'd remember Chris Ashley
It's a ruckus, ah well, f*ck it
Kicking it just like the bucket
Living dead and you all love it
Except the Illuminati puppets
You don't want it how I cut it
Track is sliced up like an onion
Bring a tear to my eye every time I write a rhyme
Said I never could, well f*ck off, tell me where to f*cking sign bitch
Tell me where to f*cking sign bitch

Ash on the track bitch
Forgive me