Body Bag
(Ayy, yo, that's Dre)
(Dubba-A flexin')
Aw, yeah, aw
Yeah, big gang
(Louie Bandz made another one)
(This Is The Sound)
I got dope inside my cup, I think I poured too much
No Instagram, told that bitch don't come around me postin' nothin'
Assassination-like style, I won't show you nothin'
Originated 38 Baby, you wan' bang with me, then blow you some
Nigga, fuck you, I don't own you nothin'
I'll show your ass that how lead feel
I've been thuggin' outside the north
Runnin' 'round the town goin' on seven years
If you 'bout that, nigga, show you is
Bitch, it's up there when I say it is
On my gang, baby mama shed tears
Daddy somewhere servin' over fifty years
You know me, then you know I keep a steel
I'll pop his ass, do this shit for real
Been that one since I was a child
I ain't showin' ties, they ain't know how I feel
I'll step on a nigga ass, nigga make me mad, don't stop until he killed
My mama know I'm thuggin', it get ugly lay me in Winfield, oh yeah
Spin the block, hop out with them Glocks and leave 'em dead
I go by Top, if he go up, I bring 'em down straight to his bed
Demon for real, I ain't got no chill
Most niggas 'round me, they be scared
Pop your cap as fast you pop a pill
I know these niggas better be ready
Pop you're cap 'cause if you're playin' with the gang, we leave him dead
He was flexin' for the 'Gram, we pullin' up like, "What you sayin'?"
Body bag, toe tag me a nigga
Can't play with 4KTrey, you'll have your baby mama miss you
Drop a bag on her, see these racks and diamonds, got the Jag' on me
Your body comes up missin', they like, "Where the homie?"
Red beam on him like just like pepperoni, if a nigga owe me (Rich)
Uh, what happened to that boy?
Them red beams look like forbidden apples to that boy
I pop and then I add snap and crackle to that boy
My wings floppin' like a pterodactyl to that boy
I spin the block
Leave his body stretched out lookin' like six o'clock
Half a brick on the counter lookin' like a cinderblock
I got gorilla guap when I shop
Keep spinnin' like a fuckin' spinnin' top
Pour the lean to the top, still never spill a drop
I left in an SUV, I came back in the drop
I got your recipe and came back with a pot
Can't forget who I know, but I know who I forgot
If I ain't hit everybody, let me know who I forgot
Come back with a street sweeper, I just hope you got a mop
I'ma throw your body over a yacht, you're body gon' float back to the dock
Get the body bag in a toe tag, that's new clothes and new socks
You lil' bitch