BAG FREESTYLE (UCLA REMIX)

[Verse 1]
This is a freestyle
I remember being young and playing games on my V-Smile
And Smart-Cycle, pedal to the money
Don’t recycle bars, drive foreign cars
Head right to Mars, boy you acting funny
Crash that whip like I’m Joker
No spoilers, tho
In the flesh like a croaker
Gun pop, and it croak him
I want my Nickelback like I am Kroeger
Grocery store just like Kroger’s
[?] what is that odor?
Uhh, hunt a pussy down like a poacher
Running to the riches, gaining tons of bitches
Buying tons of britches
But I’m still lonely
Just need one girl, that’s the only

[Chorus]
Okay, okay, okay
Get to the bag anyway
Uhh, I do not care what you say
Uhh, Get on the scale, what I weigh?
Uhh, okay
Get to the bag today
I don’t care what you say
Get on the scale, what’s my weight?

[Verse 2]
Uhh, pop up on ‘em, put him in his tomb
Steal his life like I am Driffloon
Focus too hard in the classroom
Purchase a new whip and then zoom
Ooooh, that’s hot, that’s fucking hot
Okay, okay, okay, uhm
Fuck, I’m running out of bars
Uhh, stare up and look at the stars
Maybe the world can be ours
Maybe you wanna go for it
Or you wanna go split, and that’s fine too
Correctin’ the pitch, and now I’m fine tuned
She into some stuff that’s taboo
Our perspectives are really askew
I’m a nut for the vinyls like cashews
I don’t have a question to ask you

[Chorus]
[?]
Get to the bag anyway
I do not care what you say
Get on the scale, what I weigh?
Uhh, okay
Get to the bag anyway
I don’t care what you say, nope
Get on the scale, yep