Christian Worsley - Bag Season Lyrics

Ay
Bag season, unseasoned raps, y'all suck
We, ain't even like Steven, I'm odd as f*ck
Luck, I don't need It, I'm heated, yo Christian's up!
What, f*ck?
Ay
Bag season, unseasoned raps, y'all suck
We, ain't even like Steven, I'm odd as f*ck
Luck, I don't need It, you keep it, yo Christian's up!
What? What?
What's the, subject matter?
It really don't f*cking matter
Press mute to the f*cking chatter
No roof, climbing up the ladder
Cook with premium batter
Don't mention me with these rappers
My craft legit they all cappers
I tat my wrist nothing matters
Shatter, ya dreams whenever I step on the scene
Suckers thinking they ice cold til I brought out the steam
Know what I mean?
Nah, I know you niggas can't relate
Love or hate, you know I'm great, hustle like I don't know my fate, uh
I don't know no nigga like me
Come to a show, shit you might see
He got game nigga Spike Lee
Yeah, uh, what
Up in the A, so Icey
Great like Gatsby, nigga Hi-key
Punchlines flashy, no hi-C
Ha! Take any form ya boy is far from the norm
Creating a sandstorm wherever I go preform
I am a natural born killer
Don't press me , my flows iller
Mike jack, I might go thriller
Son bright, nigga no tiller
Ay
Bag season, unseasoned raps, y'all suck
We, ain't even like Steven, I'm odd as f*ck
Luck, I don't need It, I'm heated, yo Christian's up!
What, f*ck?
Ay
Bag season, unseasoned raps, y'all suck
We, ain't even like Steven, I'm odd as f*ck
Luck, I don't need It, you keep it, yo Christian's up!