babyfxce e - bodybag lyrics
[intro]
(ayy, jay, this b+tch hard)
what up, jay?
alright
[verse]
jay, i ain’t even gon’ cap, i’m gettin’ tired of rappin’
i done offered y’all to join me, now i’m tired of askin’
n+ggas ain’t think i was gon’ blow until i shot up past ’em
altercation happened at the store and then i bodybagged him
lil’ n+gga think he made of steel ’til the shotty blast him
we ain’t done yet, go to the viewing, leave a shot+up casket
white boy think i’m hood ’til i pulled up with some army tactics
then trade his dumb ass a qp for some ar attachments
k!ll who? man, y’all n+ggas say anything
i’m like that one n+gga, bring chop, bring everything
you walk inside a store five deep, so you ain’t nеver green
the lil’ b+tch bad as h+ll, but shе live in evergreen
purple jeans with the bootcuts, you ain’t never seen
i love the chop, the chop love me, it’s a forever thing
the last cup i had put me down, it got me scared to lean
the switch hit him in his stomach, turn his inside to shredded cheese
at the store with the glocky in my grocery basket
i make money off the yeah, but it’s mostly rappin’
it be the k!llers that be rough as h+ll on snap that be mostly actin’
you post a song and tagged everybody and got no reaction
chop bite his leg and stretch his ass like a laffy taffy
glock talk too much when it spit, i call it chatty cathy
four pounds of weed in a thank you bag, i had to double bag ’em
i’m passin’ big dogs in rap, so they threw me in the upper bracket
i can’t wear no gucci shoes, them b+tches look like ballys
i shot the binary trigger, the opps look like sh+ggy
catch him cruisin’ in a scat and turn that b+tch to a drop+top chally
i’m finna take the purple off my jeans, it’s gettin’ kinda tacky
i’m just chattin’, i ain’t gon’ lie, i ain’t gon’ take it off
bully a n+gga out his play and tell him, “i’ma break you off”
got a problem, hit him with the k and then break his jaw
my mans got shot with a k, i told him shake it off
told his ass to tighten up, you a grown man
i don’t let n0body buy sh+t for me, i got my own bands
i’m in wisconsin with my n+gga tone turnin’ phones in
glock switch hit him in his spine and make his bones dance
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