body bag (feat. 15Geeked & StillDyl)

Aye I'm in the Audi, catch another body; ain't no body bag
With a shawty, getting hella naughty, ain't no price she had
Huh, bitches on my dick
If they wanna pull up then I'll take em off the grid

Aye I'm in the Audi, catch another body; ain't no body bag
With a shawty, getting hella naughty, ain't no price she had
Huh, bitches on my dick
If they wanna pull up then I'll take em off the grid

Get to steppin', bouta get to preppin'
Who the fuck are you?
Bitch you messin', bouta teach a lesson
Watch what Imma do

Step back, bouta I get to spinning with the guns out
Step back, 'fore I let my choppa eat yo lungs out
Bang, why they running from that sound?
Ain't no bubblegum, but that's a man down
Like huh, come and dig yo grave
Got a bullet for you if you really think you're brave

Aye, Aye, so it's a man down, man down
Come around, it's a hand out
Band down, band down
All these pussies really stand down
Fan out, aye
Imma put him in a body bag
Now he wanna brag, bouta shut his damn mouth up
Flex up, flex up
Got my check up
Run your fucking neck up, neck up
Threw the racks on like I'm Tecca, Tecca
Dropping bodies on the ground
Shooting through they vest with a couple hundred rounds

Aye, Aye, pull up to the scene
Steve Austin, Stone Cold
Got a Nina to his neck
Leave a pussy on froze
Cuz I'm comin' out for murder I ain't talking no crows
I'm with Milli, I'm with Tae, and we really getting throat
Man I got a lot of problems but my toolie quickly solve 'em
Watch 'em fall like leaves in Autumn, up the shotty then I drop 'em
Yeah I got a hit list and my pistol never miss
Hollow tips for a bitch, one shot leave 'em split aye

Aye I'm in the Audi, catch another body; ain't no body bag
With a shawty, getting hella naughty, ain't no price she had
Huh, bitches on my dick
If they wanna pull up then I'll take em off the grid

Aye I'm in the Audi, catch another body; ain't no body bag
With a shawty, getting hella naughty, ain't no price she had
Huh, bitches on my dick
If they wanna pull up then I'll take em off the grid

Get to steppin', bouta get to preppin'
Who the fuck are you?
Bitch you messin', bouta teach a lesson
Watch what Imma do



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Writer(s): Tae Soria
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