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My bros catching body bags
Yeah, yeah, um, ah
Wheezy outta here

Let's go, where the f**k the molly at?
Woah, time to catch a body bag
My bros down to catch a body bag
My bros down to catch a body bag
Woah, where the f**k the molly at?
Oh, time to catch a body bag
My bros down to catch a body bag
My bros down to catch a body bag

Uh, keep it in the stash box
My bros known to make them Glocks pop
My bros known to keep the blocks hot
My bros known to ring the gun shots, grrah
Man down, hospital bed, he done, ah
Repeat, did the same sh*t, huh, next week, huh
Turn the party to a track meet, yeah
Who the tough guy now? It's me
Who the tough guy now? It's me
You ain't know I had my thang with me
You ain't know I was known to let it bang on the scene
Now you bleed, bleed, bleed
Now it's rest in peace, peace, peace
Got yo' b*t*h, I might hit it
F**k it, if it smell like water I'ma lick it
F**k it, if she cook good, I might cuff her
That's not your b*t*h no more, she with me, now you sucker
Drugs in my body I feel great
Choppa on deck, if it's beef
We can't mistake
Drugs in my body I feel great
Stomach full of lean, lookin' like I already ate
Drugs in my body I feel great
If he come between me and my money, I'ma go, uh, ayy
Drugs in my body I feel great
Drugs in my body I feel great
Drugs in my body I feel great
Pockets fat as f**k, in better shape
Bad b*t*h, she wanna f**k today
I just got some perkys, as it go, as it go, yeah
I just got some perkys, as it go, as it go, yeah
Please proceed with caution
I run with them gangstas
Please proceed with caution
I run with them gangstas
Please proceed with caution
I run with them monsters
I run with them dahmars, yeah
A bunch of shooters, just like Mario Chalmers
Ballin', yeah, you know, goin' super hard
I pull yo' b*t*h, I pull yo' b*t*h just like a card
You run up on me, .40 tear yo' a** apart
I'm high as f**k, yeah, I be walkin' through the stars
Remember Xan bars, now I'm doin' Percs
I took two blues, yeah, I'm putin' the work
I'm off sixty right now
I'm off sixty, bad b*t*h got my name tattoed all over her t**ties
I get it in, yeah, I hit it
Then I dismiss it, I may kiss it
F**k it, if it's clean I may hit it
F**k it, if it smell like water I may lick it
Get yo' stacks up, get yo' racks up
Get yo' thrax up, smokin' Backwoods, 5 gram wood
Dunk on that b*t*h like Michael Jordan, NBA Jam
I'm on top, I'm on top of the ladder
I got that sh*t from hard work, I'm not a scammer
I don't got time for the feds, turn off the cameras
I don't got time for the feds, turn off the cameras
I don't got time for 12
Shotgun right in the trunk, that b*t*h hold like twelve
You f**k with me? I let it go, send you to Hell
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I may see you there
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get high as hell
Yeah, yeah, my problems disappear
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Uh, you thought yo' girl like boys
Only has she been gay
She just ate my girl out yesterday
I got the best head in the world yesterday
From a white b*t*h from the Bay
Goin' on our gang

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