Rich The Kid, YoungBoy Never Broke Again, Lil Wayne - Body Bag lyrics
Rich The Kid [Dimitri Leslie Roger] College Park, Georgia, U.S.
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rich The Kid, YoungBoy Never Broke Again, Lil Wayne - Body Bag lyrics]
Ayy, yo, that's Dre dubba-A flexing
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' that
Assassination-like style
I won't show you nothin'
Originated 38 Baby, you wan' bang with me
Then blow you somethin'
Nigga, fuck you, I don't own you nothin'
I'll show your ass how that lead feel
I've been thuggin' outside the north
Runnin' around the town going on seven years
Say you 'bout that, nigga, sho' you is
Bitch, it's up there when I say it is
On my gang, baby mama shed tears
Daddy somewhere serving 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 way since I was a
Child, I ain't showing tires
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 thugging, it get
Ugly, lay me in Winnfield, 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 this bed
Aimin' for real, ain't got no chill
Most niggas ride on me, they be scared
Pop your cap as fast you pop a pill
I know these niggas better be ready
Pop your cap 'cause if you're
Playing 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 missin'
Drop a bag on her
See these racks and diamonds? That's
A Jag' on her
Your body come up missin', they like
"Where the homie?"
Red beam on him 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 flapping like a
Pterodactyl to that boy i spin the block
Leave his body stretched out
Looking like 6 o'clock
Half a brick on the counter
Looking like a cinder block
I got gorilla guap when I shop
Keep spinning like a fucking spinning top
Pour the lean to the top
Still never spill a drop
I left in an SUV, I came back in a 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 off a yacht
Your body gon' float back to the dock
You'll get a body bag and a toe
Tag, that's new clothes and new socks
You lil' bitch
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' that
Assassination-like style
I won't show you nothin'
Originated 38 Baby, you wan' bang with me
Then blow you somethin'
Nigga, fuck you, I don't own you nothin'
I'll show your ass how that lead feel
I've been thuggin' outside the north
Runnin' around the town going on seven years
Say you 'bout that, nigga, sho' you is
Bitch, it's up there when I say it is
On my gang, baby mama shed tears
Daddy somewhere serving 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 way since I was a
Child, I ain't showing tires
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 thugging, it get
Ugly, lay me in Winnfield, 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 this bed
Aimin' for real, ain't got no chill
Most niggas ride on me, they be scared
Pop your cap as fast you pop a pill
I know these niggas better be ready
Pop your cap 'cause if you're
Playing 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 missin'
Drop a bag on her
See these racks and diamonds? That's
A Jag' on her
Your body come up missin', they like
"Where the homie?"
Red beam on him 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 flapping like a
Pterodactyl to that boy i spin the block
Leave his body stretched out
Looking like 6 o'clock
Half a brick on the counter
Looking like a cinder block
I got gorilla guap when I shop
Keep spinning like a fucking spinning top
Pour the lean to the top
Still never spill a drop
I left in an SUV, I came back in a 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 off a yacht
Your body gon' float back to the dock
You'll get a body bag and a toe
Tag, that's new clothes and new socks
You lil' bitch