Headie One – Secure The Bag lyrics

[Verse 1: M Huncho]
Fix me a drink, smoke me a spliff, I'm clarting this bitch, she right on the sink
She can't even blink, I can't even think, the pussy turn red, straight from the pain
She's all up in Mink, I can channel her, she's know that I came with the binge
Free up the wing, I'm kicking these doors, straight off the hinge
I'm clearing this line, I'm weighing this line, these nittys and Headie we're 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 ain't tryna sing
Feds in the rear view, you know that I'm just tryna zig

[Chorus]
Secure the bag now, secure the bag
Get you some cash now, get you some cash
And you know that I'm match fit, you tryna match
And that chain's looking bright ish, my darg's here to snatch
Secure the bag now, secure the bag
Get you some cash now, get you some cash
And you know that I'm match fit, you tryna match
And that chain's looking bright ish, my darg's here to snatch

[Verse 2: Headie One]
I'm 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
Can't get left back, I ain't Luke Shaw
Nigga just defend what's yours
You ain't ever had to bag that work no gloves, now you got joints in your paws

[Chorus]
Secure the bag now, secure the bag
Get you some cash now, get you some cash
And you know that I'm match fit, you tryna match
And that chain's looking bright ish, my darg's here to snatch
Secure the bag now, secure the bag
Get you some cash now, get you some cash
And you know that I'm match fit, you tryna match
And that chain's looking bright ish, my darg's here to snatch

[Verse 3: M Huncho]
I come from them old days, back [?] to the VCR
Now I get packs, same size as the VCR
Used to rob watches from rich jiggas in GTRs
I don't care if you don't know who the fuck we are
Cos that's the whole point man I stay low and I score goals
Get pack, discharge, packaging that I discard
Straight Liz, cos I'm street smart
There's no competition, bruddas need some cooperation
I don't need your permission, bagging some amm in the kitchen
Thinking of God when I'm 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

[Chorus]
Secure the bag now, secure the bag
Get you some cash now, get you some cash
And you know that I'm match fit, you tryna match
And that chain's looking bright ish, my darg's here to snatch

[Verse 4: Headie One]
Rose behind the blue door
You didn't the secure the pack, crazy shit to secure a rack
Now it's that, that I'm used to
I'm tryna make sorry [?]
Tough loss here is, 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 glass