text: Secure the Bag Lyrics
  Fix me a drink, smoke me a spliff, Im clarting this bitch, she right on the sink
  She cant even blink, I cant even think, the pussy turn red, straight from the pain
  Shes all up in Mink, I can channel her, shes know that I came with the binge
  Free up the wing, Im kicking these doors, straight off the hinge
  Im clearing this line, Im weighing this line, these nittys and Headie were doing up binge
  Country time, money time, I told her to stuff it all into her minge
  False charge of rape, jump in the ding, get caught by the jakes I aint tryna sing
  Feds in the rear view, you know that Im just tryna zig
  Secure the bag now, secure the bag
  Get you some cash now, get you some cash
  And you know that Im match fit, you tryna match
  And that chains looking bright ish, my dargs here to snatch
  Secure the bag now, secure the bag
  Get you some cash now, get you some cash
  And you know that Im match fit, you tryna match
  And that chains looking bright ish, my dargs here to snatch
  Im tryna make sure this bag secure
  1 lev on a trackie, still make dem man insecure
  All these run ins with the law, still I take risks with a 4s
  Rise that one with my right, I keep my left hand there for support
  All of this corn, still I want more
  Now the whole gang, ready for war
  Fuck just a slice, I want it all
  Cant get left back, I aint Luke Shaw
  Nigga just defend whats yours
  You aint ever had to bag that work no gloves, now you got joints in your paws
  Secure the bag now, secure the bag
  Get you some cash now, get you some cash
  And you know that Im match fit, you tryna match
  And that chains looking bright ish, my dargs here to snatch
  Secure the bag now, secure the bag
  Get you some cash now, get you some cash
  And you know that Im match fit, you tryna match
  And that chains looking bright ish, my dargs here to snatch
  I come from them old days, bought tapes to the VCR
  Now I get packs, same size as the VCR
  Used to rob watches from rich jiggas in GTRs
  I dont care if you dont know who the fuck we are
  Cos thats the whole point man I stay low and I score goals
  Get pack, discharge, packaging that I discard
  Straight Liz, cos Im street smart
  Theres no competition, bruddas need some cooperation
  I dont need your permission, bagging some amm in the kitchen
  Thinking of God when Im sinning
  Young boy with 2 rambos, yeah and they are just twinning
  Angry at all of these losses, while I be counting my winnings
  See all the snakes in the grass, you know from young I be trimming
  Secure the bag now, secure the bag
  Get you some cash now, get you some cash
  And you know that Im match fit, you tryna match
  And that chains looking bright ish, my dargs here to snatch
  Rose behind the blue door
  You didnt the secure the pack, crazy shit to secure a rack
  Now its that, that Im used to
  Im tryna make sorry 
  Top floor settings, we pour a glass
  We pour a glass now, we pour a glass
  We pour a glass now, we pour a glass
  We pour a glass now, we pour a glass
  We pour a glassEmbed