B.S.M
Hook
Bag shit move, bag shit move, bag shit move, I bag it, I bag it, I bag it, I bag it, I bag
1st verses
Mufucca I'm CENO, demon nephew I'm evil, a lot of niggas name CENO, they ain't nothing like me though, they ain't nothing like nino, end up something like deebo, punched the fuck up knocked the fuck out, move and chill with my people, 87 my people, 700 my people, you a crip my people, on the blood tip my people, piru my people, south side my primo, north east to the Midwest down south my people, niggas living that g code, middle finger that penal, bitch nigga no equal, bitch nigga no sequel, niggas be on some other shit, get me hot on some oven shit, reach watch you get burnt like a cheap ass oven mitt
2nd verse
Micheal Jackson bad shit, without all that dance shit, trying to stop my passion, grocery shopper bag shit, one body bag, two body bag, three body bag, four, one forty pack, two forty pack, three hundred stacks more, that boy be killing shit, this girl a virgin I'm sure, which means it's closer to pure, my weed stronger than Thor, bag fat as a Bohr, color coated decor, that's the point of my view, greener my hue, does it much more, you can see the g in me, realistically I'm a man first, can't tolerate disrespect and I ain't wearing no man purse, I'm a squeeze till my hands hurt, fuck them niggas who ran first, a waste of real niggas air, hang them niggas like lanterns
Writer/s: Lionel Bradley