Body Bags

Fuck it, I mean we gotta kill what we eat, right?

It's not a problem, it's really not a problem

Southside

Okay, the dope addin' up, the coke addin' up

The smoke addin' up, my pockets are fattened up

I got bitches in my bedroom, nerds on computers

Diamonds 'round my neck, straps for my shooters

I made it, look ma', I made it

I grind so hard to get here I can't be faded

I got lawyers on the line, five different kinds

Five different crimes, same. 45

Got a plan to turn to premise, see, a nigga ain't lyin'

'Cause they ain't gon' say I did it and I ain't gon' say I did it

And I might go back and forth to court, but I bet I get acquitted

Can you dig it? Nigga, can you dig it?

Shit changed, a nigga ain't broke

I had a safe size as a shoe box, it felt like a vault

Now I got real money, that Fuck how you feel money

That Nigga, you look at me wrong, get killed money

You gon' be part of my body bag ritual

Hop out, hammer out to get at you

You gon' be part of my body bag ritual

45 lettin' off some shit at you

You gon' be put in a body bag, bag

You won't get a chance to fire back

I peep my swag in the mirror, I think I got a crush on me

I don't want no wack bitches touchin' me

Tailor-made threads, satin sheets on my bed

Get a bitch sea-sick, waves all on my head

Diamonds in my ear, Baccarat chandelier

Gabbana underwear, I'm so fly it ain't fair

Every day a different dime piece

Rose Gold, a different time piece

Hublot, AP or Rollie

Your bitch and your jeweler know me, homie

I'm bulletproof, go 'head, take a shot at me

You be a dead nigga like the last one that got at me

My shirt level three, so I ain't got a vest on

My heart like ice, my chest like Teflon

I'm a nightmare right here, just me and my knife, nigga

Don't let me find out you ain't 'bout that life, nigga

It's doomsday, I mean goon day

I give the orders, like, Air out the room, Dre

You gon' be part of my body bag ritual

Hop out, hammer out to get at you

You gon' be part of my body bag ritual

45 lettin' off some shit at you

You gon' be put in a body bag, bag

You won't get a chance to fire back

The mileage had a shorty ass trippin', strippin' in my kitchen

Push my thumb in her ass while I was strokin' her kitten

I be in my own zone, still clutchin' the chrome

Talk state of the art, [?]

My passport need pages, I'm fuckin' round' out in London

Jetlag from jets [?] baguettes

Trippin' in my charm, look bitch, I'm a don

So shit go how I say it go, fuck if I'm right or wrong

My paper long, bomb Kush in the bong

It feels like I'm dreamin' 'cause a nigga on

I'm so far from a hammy down, I'm out in Miami now

My bitch no speak no ingles, she fresh off the boat

She give me neck, what you expect? I got connects for the dope

I'm no joke, blow 30k on the coke, stuff ten in the coat

Nigga, front, I'll have a hand full of dreadlocks

Bitch, I hit your ass with a head-shot

You gon' be part of my body bag ritual

Hop out, hammer out to get at you

You gon' be part of my body bag ritual

45 lettin' off some shit at you

You gon' be put in a body bag, bag

You won't get a chance to fire back