"Bodybag" lyrics
(Ayy, Jay, this bitch hard)
What up, Jay?
Alright
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'
Niggas ain't think I was gon' blow until I shot up past 'em
Altercation happened at the store and then I bodybagged him
Lil' nigga 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
Kill who? Man, y'all niggas say anything
I'm like that one nigga, bring chop, bring everything
You walk inside a store five deep, so you ain't never green
The lil' bitch bad as hell, but she 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 killers that be rough as hell 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 bitches look like Ballys
I shot the binary trigger, the opps look like Shaggy
Catch him cruisin' in a Scat and turn that bitch 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 nigga 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 nobody buy shit for me, I got my own bands
I'm in Wisconsin with my nigga Tone turnin' phones in
Glock switch hit him in his spine and make his bones dance
What up, Jay?
Alright
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'
Niggas ain't think I was gon' blow until I shot up past 'em
Altercation happened at the store and then I bodybagged him
Lil' nigga 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
Kill who? Man, y'all niggas say anything
I'm like that one nigga, bring chop, bring everything
You walk inside a store five deep, so you ain't never green
The lil' bitch bad as hell, but she 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 killers that be rough as hell 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 bitches look like Ballys
I shot the binary trigger, the opps look like Shaggy
Catch him cruisin' in a Scat and turn that bitch 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 nigga 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 nobody buy shit for me, I got my own bands
I'm in Wisconsin with my nigga Tone turnin' phones in
Glock switch hit him in his spine and make his bones dance
