Bags

Iced out, lights out
Bitch, I be that frozen shogun
Chosen cause I overthrow 'em
Told 'em that I'm ocean flowing
Sliced up night scout
Coming to bring up that Christ doubt
Fuck a slogan
Bitch, you broken by a fucking golden omen
Bitch, I be that low key Prince Mononoke
Ho, please
Bury me but keep my fucking trophies
Hit the ground with both knees
Slice my belly open
I'm a skeleton with gold teeth
No sleep
Eyes wide open until I'll blinded by the rising sun and when it fucking sets I won't be waiting on no motherfucking rising son
Fuck your God, I'll burn him on the cross
Burning Buddha until my eyes are crossed

Money by the fucking bag
Chronic by the fucking bag
Bodies by the fucking bag
Burn it all, it's all I have
Money by the fucking bag
Chronic by the fucking bag
Bodies by the fucking bag
Burn it all

I be popping some Mercedes Xans
Carry my bitches in body bags
$uicideboy with a 59 rag
Cock it back once and the semi goes (bbblllaaattt)
Cock it back twice and the semi goes (bbblllaaattt)
Point I'm trying to make is the semi won't jam
Got a couple bitches that I call just to get head
One of them is probably your girl
Tell her to suck it, no fucking
I nut on her bucket then send her right back in your world
Depressed be the set
The grave be my hood
Misunderstood, but fuck it I'm cool
Crawling through my city, riding real slow
It's that Yung Miyazaki
Bitch, I'm feasting on a ho
Got a tag up on my toe
With some gold around my throat
Dreaming Hiroshima, Nagasaki
Bitch, I got to go

Money by the fucking bag
Chronic by the fucking bag
Bodies by the fucking bag
Burn it all, it's all I have
Money by the fucking bag
Chronic by the fucking bag
Bodies by the fucking bag
Burn it all



Credits
Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux
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