Secure the Bag Bukshot (Ft. Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Trizz & Wrekonize)

[Verse 1: Bukshot]
It don't matter what these haters say, grab the bag
Hit the ground running, kinda like I'm at the track
I remember not long ago I was broke
Living on my baby momma's couch feeling like a joke
Money low, had to change it up, bust back (bust back)
Keep on living like a chump, homie fuck that
I'mma hustle till I can't hustle no mo'
Ten toes in the dirt, prayin' good lord
Come be with me on the grind, try to make it out
Every second counts, trynna stack your bank account (bank account)
Till then I'mma play 'til I win
If I lose I don't eat and that ain't happenin'

[Chorus: Wrekonize]
Hustle every minute bitch I thought that you knew
We don't sleep till we eat, don't stop till wе're through
So get down on the ground till wе do what we do
You see there's never time to waste, so here's what we gon' do
Secure the bag bruh
We're not fucking around
Hustle up and get the bag bruh
So get to paying up now, shoulda known we'd get the bag bruh

[Verse 2: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
Staying Blaze since the 80’s on that fuck you, pay me
All that hustle for the chips, slinging loud out the whip
Get heads, dividends, watch the paper stack up
Money piles, stretch amounts, gotta keep them racks up
Secure the bag for the fam with the means and a plan
It all started with a gram, took the ball and I ran
'Fore you snitch on individuals, quick to dispose
In my mess I leave 'em tasting lead naked with bullet holes
You fucking with a pro the Deadman a legend
Keep ‘em guessing when I'll strike
Now they sweatin’, drippin’ wet, 'bout to lose they shit tonight
Go on and roll the dice, bet you hit snake eyes 'cause I'm letting slugs fly