Body Bag
Throw another one up in a
Body Bag
Paint the fucking brains on the Wall
And they wave the white flag
Bitch, Mother fucker tryna' pull
A fast one
Well this shits done
Stepping over fucking
Bodies when the fun is done
Homocide daily
Death don't phase me
Coolest mother fucker that you Know
Call me A/C
The boys and me are trappin'
Y'already know what's happenin'
Rapping for the fans
Y'already know that they be
Clapping
Smoking on the loud bud
Spilling mother fucker's blood
Bitches OD'd on the floor
Cause that shits cut
Cocaine, codeine, if you're lost
Follow me
Imma be the one to make a milly
Sellin CD's
Living life, getting high
I still wanna fucking die
You a fucking joke
Finna rip another toke
Call this shit Hiroshima
Cause my bass explodes
Yea, bitches come up on me
And the weed so loud
Imma roll out with your girl
Put my dick in her mouth, like Ooo, yuh, i know you're getting
Cheesed
I don't really give a fuck about
Anyone including me
Shits a disgrace
Put a mother fucking bullet in Your face
Imma need some space to
Brush up on my blackmage
Shits so hard and we
Bumping in the studio
I make the bitches cum
Just by spitting half a
Rhyme i wrote
(Imma burn it to the fucking ground
Come with me where you'll be Safe and sound
Hand that bitch 100 rounds
Put that pussy 6 feet underground)
Writer/s: Yung Xreep