CHALLENGER'S RAP

• ( Uh, fuck wit me and get bodied
• Yeah, fuck wit me and get bagged
• Uh, fuck wit me and get a body bag
• Yeah, fuck wit me and get body bagged )
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• ( Fuck wit me, get a bag…fuck wit me..get a bag
• Fuck wit me, get a bag…fuck wit me, get a bag )
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• No paychecks, no prostitution…mo paychecks,
• Got deep pockets with mo racks in em than a pool table,
• yeah my pockets boomin’
• Get bodied like a workout, and bagged up like some groceries
• and y’all ass, eat y’all like booty, no ass eater
• No homo, bury em underground and become a grass feeder
• Slide em inside a body bag, like rolled up in a sleepin’ bag
• Make fire wood for me to roast ya, but I’m not finna eat this fag
• Cookin’ you as I toast ya, like sticks with a marsh-mellow
• You cremate in the campfire, after I send shots to da head,
• headshots to dude’s dome…just like Carmelo
• with 3 shots…make a tent out of his tombstone
• I’m tryna get a bag, big bag like Santa Claws…until I’ve found every penny…
• while you lettin’ the bag drop, droppin’ bags down like a chimney
• You rumblin’…tumblin’… and fumblin’ the bag
• I’m hustlin’…doublin’…and runnin’ up the bag
• As i’m flexin’…while musclin’ the bag
• Not tryna brag now…but I got the bags out
• Not tryna flash now…but I’m bout to cash out
• Since girls wanna go nuts now, askin me can they hold sumn’…
• so I just show my sack out…
• and I niggas salty too cause they broke as a joke…
• but they can’t laugh now
• I wouldn’t drop a dime on a dime, or give a nigga a nickel
• Tryna secure a bag like a stripper waitin’ for em to tip you
• Got my racks up and they stacked up inside sacked up
• Continue to add up to my math…huh…pockets gettin fat…uh
• I’m eatin’ good…plenty leftovers for me that should last…yuh
• Got enough to feed the needy, no…i’m never greedy
• You don’t fuck wit me G, cause it will get ugly easy,
• Cause I can spray at you and paint you bloody red…
• like some art graffiti
• I’m starving’…feed me, my Tommy gun will make it worse after
• I’ma go chase a bag, like i’m runnin’ after a purse snatcher
• You know I got a bag to make
• So many numbers and digits that I gotta calculate
• I’m tryna be rich and get real pay
• With more bills than Bill gates, I can open Bill’s gates
• Wanna get a mill, then a bill, and a trill like a real chill date…
• with a bae who’s fine as wine as we wine and dine
• Dinner date, with a lot on the dinner plate
• Y’all wanna bet, let’s make ill deal late
• Betta not trip cause i’ll catch if you slip…
• so run me my money just like Lucky Day…
• or catch this fade, it won’t be yo lucky day
• I’m tryna make bank… just like Chase
• If it’s a paper trail I gotta follow…then it’s a race
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• ( Uh, fuck wit me and get bodied
• Yeah, fuck wit me and get bagged
• Uh, fuck wit me and get a body bag
• Yeah, fuck wit me and get body bagged )
•  
• ( Fuck wit me, get a bag…fuck wit me..get a bag
• Fuck wit me, get a bag…fuck wit me, get a bag )