Body Bag

Tryna drop me a classic bigger than I can imagine
I promise I'm gone make it happen
I'm not into fashion but I clean up like a napkin I hop on the beat and do magic
Never catch me lacking
Before you try to take action just know that Glock automatic
Don't be talking about what you gone do to me on the internet just catch me in traffic
All of these bitches I'm fucking, I'm fucking my back up just bought a thousand dollar mattress
I'm paranoid I'm waiting on these drugs to come through the mail I keep checking the tracking
The way I'm dressing eat the drip with a salad
Say she wanna drive the boat I'm the captain
I'm fly as hell, if I go stand on a carpet I just might turn into Aladdin

Play with the fire you get burnt, I got them lil young niggas turnt
Tell them don't hate on me wait on ya turn, I'm a OG passing on what I learned
I been clutching on the heat like a perm man you know these niggas weak like a worm
Go ask about me never bought a wallet no coronavirus money spread like a germ
You not a artist you tracing my flow
We ride together ain't racing my bro
We ride together like Brady and Gronk
Geek up in class I ain't taking no notes
Not superman I'm not saving no hoe
Shooters with me like we spacing the floor
Wanna be gangster you fake and we know
You niggas can only relate to a post
How you gone hop on the internet talking so hard but really you soft as a bitch
Just know if we run in yo house and you sitting on the toilet you still gone get shot in yo shit
Ima lie and break the law for my bitch
Medium rare I'm raw as it gets
Always working ain't no calling in sick
All that talking shawty slob on my dick
Ain't no way you gonna catch all these bars on the first listen you got to play it again
We used to trap at the Hamilton no Alexander but my nigga face in a ten
If she fine Ima hit her again why you lying you ain't got to pretend
I been grinding I just met Tony Hawk, we gone flip the money no summersault

Body bag leave him stiff, going fast in this whip
Dropping cash like it spilled, I got mags in this clip
Like an ad you get skipped, came in last you ain't built
For that bag you get killed, lot of gas smoking zips
Body bag leave him stiff, going fast in this whip
Dropping cash like it spilled, I got mags in this clip
Like an ad you get skipped, came in last you ain't built
For that bag you get killed, lot of gas smoking zips

Lot of ass lot of hips yeah that's how I like my bitch
Lot of mags lot of grip yeah that's how I like my stick
Shot it like I flicked my wrist
One way shooters we consistent I don't do no hit and miss
Yeah I got a lot to lose but still a take a nigga shit
We get money over here
That don't mean that you should try me let me make that crystal clear
She say she don't fuck with light skins but I'm hitting it from the rear
Don't compare to them niggas I ain't nothing like my peers
All my day one niggas hating on me its a damn shame
I won't sign no deal unless its 4PF or Freeband Gang
When I drop the tape we gone push it just like a campaign
You got beef with me we hit the streets and start a rampage
Tryna fall in love with me that's when you get the cuttery
Pimping never slipping don't give a fuck if its buttery
Meet me at the double tree only zips ain't no couple G's
I come from two seven SEL boy don't fuck with me

Body bag leave him stiff, going fast in this whip
Dropping cash like it spilled, I got mags in this clip
Like an ad you get skipped, came in last you ain't built
For that bag you get killed, lot of gas smoking zips
Body bag leave him stiff, going fast in this whip
Dropping cash like it spilled, I got mags in this clip
Like an ad you get skipped, came in last you ain't built
For that bag you get killed, lot of gas smoking zips



Credits
Writer(s): James Johnson
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