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LYRICS:

[Intro]

(Bong rip)
-and when he rips the bong
he wants to fuckin'...
(Bong rip)
Burn the whole damn shit.
(Starts coughing)
Where's the green at, bro?
(Starts trying to pack green over the ashed bowl.)
He's gonna pack more green on top, bro.
Like, you pack more green on top its just-
(Tries to grab the bong.)
Bro, no dude, don't touch it.
What're you- What are you doing, bro?
I gotta clear it, you fucking crack-monkey.
(Lighter flicks)


[Chorus - NotJo]

Bag up in the backpack,
fag, I'll push your back back.
Mag up in my glack glack,
I'll slide the fuckin' rack back.

Gaggin' on my Mac Mac,
and now you pussies backtrack.
Rag-tag,
And now you sad its past that.


[Verse 1 - NotJo]

You better pay up on ya' fuckin dues
before you find ya' family on the news.
Don't get this shit confused,
this is the life you choose, ay.

They'll never find the bodies,
but they gonna find the shoes,
like you was Drake
lost up in the views, ay.

You're talkin' tough, 
but you typin' in a chatroom.
I've been movin' through the silence
like a phantom in the backrooms, uh.

Actin' rough, but you wipin'
all the blood up when you whacked.
I stay aimin' steady, best believe
your motives staying tracked-


[Chorus - NotJo]

-in the backpack.
fag, I'll push your back back.
Mag up in my glack glack,
I'll slide the fuckin' rack back.

Gaggin' on my Mac Mac,
and now you pussies backtrack.
Rag-tag,
And now you sad its past that.


[Bridge - NotJo]

I said ya' little fuckin' cliques is nothin' but a ragtag,
buncha' punk-ass bitches getting bought up by a cash tag,
actin' like you hard, and go and fly the black flag-
Just some trendchasers and a catch trap tag.


[Verse 2 - luxsin]

Never gon' miss it, pistol kickin',
All of you bitches smoked like sticky,
All of you bitches on me like Dickies,
All of your lives gonna be easy pickings.

All of your eyes gon' be up on me,
You wanna try then that's a homi'
Blow 'em to pieces,
like it was the fuckin' Boston bombing.

I'm gonna tear 'em apart, bitch,
I feel like I am a Kamikazi,
Hated you from the start,
Gotta get rid of you, no I'm not sorry.

You wan' copy my swag?
Well I'm not fucking Vlone, Bari
I'm gonna give 'em a fever,
glocky heat 'em like some molly.

My choppa just ate that boy,
like a box of hot tamales.
I treat a gun like a toy,
and I pop that shit like party.

I don't know why but they still wanna chit chat.
That's okay, snap 'em like KitKat,
SnapBack, get a hit in the get back,
Got a big ass Draco with kickback.


[Chorus - NotJo & luxsin]

Bag up in the backpack,
fag, I'll push your back back.
Mag up in my glack glack,
I'll slide the fuckin' rack back.

Gaggin' on my Mac Mac,
and now you pussies backtrack.
Rag-tag,
And now you sad its past that.

Ay.

BAG PACK 🌳🎒

Looking to collab? Hit us.
🔗 Discord: @notjo @luxsin | SoundCloud: @notjo_ttv @luxsin
📥 DM for reposts / features

LYRICS:

[Intro]

(Bong rip)
-and when he rips the bong
he wants to fuckin'...
(Bong rip)
Burn the whole damn shit.
(Starts coughing)
Where's the green at, bro?
(Starts trying to pack green over the ashed bowl.)
He's gonna pack more green on top, bro.
Like, you pack more green on top its just-
(Tries to grab the bong.)
Bro, no dude, don't touch it.
What're you- What are you doing, bro?
I gotta clear it, you fucking crack-monkey.
(Lighter flicks)

[Chorus - NotJo]

Bag up in the backpack,
fag, I'll push your back back.
Mag up in my glack glack,
I'll slide the fuckin' rack back.

Gaggin' on my Mac Mac,
and now you pussies backtrack.
Rag-tag,
And now you sad its past that.

[Verse 1 - NotJo]

You better pay up on ya' fuckin dues
before you find ya' family on the news.
Don't get this shit confused,
this is the life you choose, ay.

They'll never find the bodies,
but they gonna find the shoes,
like you was Drake
lost up in the views, ay.

You're talkin' tough,
but you typin' in a chatroom.
I've been movin' through the silence
like a phantom in the backrooms, uh.

Actin' rough, but you wipin'
all the blood up when you whacked.
I stay aimin' steady, best believe
your motives staying tracked-

[Chorus - NotJo]

-in the backpack.
fag, I'll push your back back.
Mag up in my glack glack,
I'll slide the fuckin' rack back.

Gaggin' on my Mac Mac,
and now you pussies backtrack.
Rag-tag,
And now you sad its past that.

[Bridge - NotJo]

I said ya' little fuckin' cliques is nothin' but a ragtag,
buncha' punk-ass bitches getting bought up by a cash tag,
actin' like you hard, and go and fly the black flag-
Just some trendchasers and a catch trap tag.

[Verse 2 - luxsin]

Never gon' miss it, pistol kickin',
All of you bitches smoked like sticky,
All of you bitches on me like Dickies,
All of your lives gonna be easy pickings.

All of your eyes gon' be up on me,
You wanna try then that's a homi'
Blow 'em to pieces,
like it was the fuckin' Boston bombing.

I'm gonna tear 'em apart, bitch,
I feel like I am a Kamikazi,
Hated you from the start,
Gotta get rid of you, no I'm not sorry.

You wan' copy my swag?
Well I'm not fucking Vlone, Bari
I'm gonna give 'em a fever,
glocky heat 'em like some molly.

My choppa just ate that boy,
like a box of hot tamales.
I treat a gun like a toy,
and I pop that shit like party.

I don't know why but they still wanna chit chat.
That's okay, snap 'em like KitKat,
SnapBack, get a hit in the get back,
Got a big ass Draco with kickback.

[Chorus - NotJo & luxsin]

Bag up in the backpack,
fag, I'll push your back back.
Mag up in my glack glack,
I'll slide the fuckin' rack back.

Gaggin' on my Mac Mac,
and now you pussies backtrack.
Rag-tag,
And now you sad its past that.

Ay.

Looking to collab? Hit us.
🔗 Discord: @notjo @luxsin | SoundCloud: @notjo_ttv @luxsin
📥 DM for reposts / features


LYRICS:

[Verse 1 - luxsin]

Find where you at like a sonar,
I got the cash like a Goyard,
He wanna play with me, go hard,
Drifting past 12 in a go-kart.

In this shit I put my whole heart,
Because that bitch left me with a broke heart,
I told that bitch, yeah I'mma go far,
And all of my opps gon' go dark.

That mean do not play with me unless you wanna burn,
That mean I do what I say, I'll rest you like Perc,
You been doing too damn much, I'm leaving you hurt,
Bloody footprints from classics, I got yo' ass murk'd.

Sorry cops will never find your corpse in the dirt,
No matter the situation, you in a hearse,
I'd do it for free, yeah, I'd do it for a purse,
Bringing the best out of you bitches, I am first.

 
[Bridge - NotJo]

Bitch I'm in first with my foot on the gas,
The pedal stay down and your bitches don't last,
My mental is vast, bitch I am the peak,
I am the reverend, fuck all you stupid 

lil' bitches stay gettin' laced up with the sedatives.
Fuck all repetitive gestures from any you
faceless, disgraced us got nothing
to do but sit there on your ass, uh.


[Verse 2 - NotJo]

Ain't shit to say, not shit you can do.
Your family prays that you can find use.
So much to spray, but not shit to shoot
and think what you produce just keep damnin' me, bitch.

Is you just losing your sanity? Where is 
your vanity? You are so big, confused for 
a manatee. You just stay living in fantasy,
go kill yourself for the sake of humanity, yuh.


[Hook - NotJo]

Aren't you alive? Ya' need a revive?
The raygun don't care if you ruin the vibe.
It bounce up and down when I feel like Richtofen,
you think that I'll help you but bitch, you is hopin'.

Like don't take a dive, ya' need to survive.
The raygun don't care if you dead or alive.
It bounce up and down when I feel like Richtofen,
you think I'll show mercy but bitch, you is hopin'.

FOR THE SAKE OF HUMANITY 🪦💀 (feat. luxsin)

Looking to collab? Hit us.
🔗 Discord: @luxsin @notjo | SoundCloud: @luxsin @notjo_ttv
📥 DM for reposts / features

LYRICS:

[Verse 1 - luxsin]

Find where you at like a sonar,
I got the cash like a Goyard,
He wanna play with me, go hard,
Drifting past 12 in a go-kart.

In this shit I put my whole heart,
Because that bitch left me with a broke heart,
I told that bitch, yeah I'mma go far,
And all of my opps gon' go dark.

That mean do not play with me unless you wanna burn,
That mean I do what I say, I'll rest you like Perc,
You been doing too damn much, I'm leaving you hurt,
Bloody footprints from classics, I got yo' ass murk'd.

Sorry cops will never find your corpse in the dirt,
No matter the situation, you in a hearse,
I'd do it for free, yeah, I'd do it for a purse,
Bringing the best out of you bitches, I am first.

[Bridge - NotJo]

Bitch I'm in first with my foot on the gas,
The pedal stay down and your bitches don't last,
My mental is vast, bitch I am the peak,
I am the reverend, fuck all you stupid

lil' bitches stay gettin' laced up with the sedatives.
Fuck all repetitive gestures from any you
faceless, disgraced us got nothing
to do but sit there on your ass, uh.

[Verse 2 - NotJo]

Ain't shit to say, not shit you can do.
Your family prays that you can find use.
So much to spray, but not shit to shoot
and think what you produce just keep damnin' me, bitch.

Is you just losing your sanity? Where is
your vanity? You are so big, confused for
a manatee. You just stay living in fantasy,
go kill yourself for the sake of humanity, yuh.

[Hook - NotJo]

Aren't you alive? Ya' need a revive?
The raygun don't care if you ruin the vibe.
It bounce up and down when I feel like Richtofen,
you think that I'll help you but bitch, you is hopin'.

Like don't take a dive, ya' need to survive.
The raygun don't care if you dead or alive.
It bounce up and down when I feel like Richtofen,
you think I'll show mercy but bitch, you is hopin'.

Collegiate Rocket League player, consistent Twitch streamer, and now aspiring musical artist.

BAG PACK 🌳🎒

NotJo

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