Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Body Bags , by - EriggaRelease date: 03.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Body Bags |
| Them niggas pussy. |
| Sucka ass niggas |
| I don’t like either one (I don’t even like 'em) |
| But the other night I’m in the gambling spot |
| Nigga come up in here — boom — hit the door |
| «Get the fuck on the floor, bitch, get down on the floor |
| «I turn around like, «what?» |
| Niggas like, «get down! |
| «(When was this?) I’m like, «nigga, I got on white linen.» |
| Fuck it, I mean we gotta kill what we eat, right? |
| It’s not a problem, it’s really not a problem. |
| Southside |
| Okay, the dope addin' up, the coke addin' up |
| The smoke addin' up, my pockets are fattened up |
| I got bitches in my bedroom, nerds on computers |
| Diamonds 'round my neck, straps for my shooters |
| I made it, look ma', I made it |
| I grind so hard to get here I can’t be faded |
| I got lawyers on the line, five different kinds |
| Five different crimes, same .45 |
| Got a plan to turn to premise, see, a nigga ain’t lyin' |
| Cause they ain’t gon' say I did it and I ain’t gon' say I did it |
| And I might go back and forth to court, better bet I get acquitted |
| Can you dig it? |
| Nigga, can you dig it? |
| Shit changed, a nigga ain’t broke |
| I had a safe size as a shoe box, it felt like a vault |
| Now I got real money, that «fuck how you feel» money |
| That «nigga, you look at me wrong, get killed» money |
| You gon' be part of my body bag ritual |
| Hop out, hammer out to get at you |
| You gon' be part of my body bag ritual |
| .45 lettin' off some shit at you |
| You gon' be put in a body bag |
| You won’t get a chance to fire back |
| I peep my swag in the mirror, I think I got a crush on me |
| I don’t want no wack bitches touchin' me |
| Tailor-made threads, satin sheets on my bed |
| Get a bitch sea-sick, waves all on my head |
| Diamonds in my ear, Baccarat chandelier |
| Gabbana underwear, I’m so fly it ain’t fair |
| Every day a different dime piece |
| Rose Gold, a different time piece |
| Hublot, AP or rollie |
| Your bitch and your jeweler know me, homie |
| I’m bulletproof, go 'head, take a shot at me |
| You be a dead nigga like the last one that got at me |
| My shirt level three so I ain’t got a vest on |
| My heart like ice, my chest like teflon |
| I’m a nightmare right here, just me and my knife, nigga |
| Don’t let me find out you ain’t 'bout that life, nigga |
| It’s doomsday, I mean goon day |
| I get the orders, like, «air out the room, Dre» |
| You gon' be part of my body bag ritual |
| Hop out, hammer out to get at you |
| You gon' be part of my body bag ritual |
| .45 lettin' off some shit at you |
| You gon' be put in a body bag |
| You won’t get a chance to fire back |
| The mollies had a shorty ass trippin' strippin' in my kitchen |
| Push my thumb in her ass while I was strokin' her kitten |
| I be in my own zone, still clutchin' the chrome |
| Talk state of the art, you will see 'nine to foe |
| My passport need pages, I’m fuckin' round' out in London |
| Jetlag from jets, wrist lit baguettes |
| Trippin' in my charm, look bitch, I’m a don |
| So shit go how I say it go, fuck if I’m right or wrong |
| My paper long, bomb kush in the bong |
| It feels like I’m dreamin' cause a nigga on |
| I’m so far from a hammy down, I’m out in Miami now |
| My bitch no speak no ingles, she fresh off the boat |
| She give me neck, what you expect? |
| I got connects for the dope |
| I’m no joke, blow 30k on the coke, stuff ten in the coat |
| Nigga, front, I’ll have a hand full of dreadlocks |
| Bitch, I hit your ass with a headshot |
| You gon' be part of my body bag ritual |
| Hop out, hammer out to get at you |
| You gon' be part of my body bag ritual |
| .45 lettin' off some shit at you |
| You gon' be put in a body bag |
| You won’t get a chance to fire back |