Smokepurpp, Ricky Remedy, Zay27 - Body Bag lyrics

Ricky Remedy, yeah yeah, ayy
Ayy

If he hating on us, pop another tag
If he hating on us,  here's a body bag
Body bag, body bag
Full of cash, running bands
If he hating on us, pop another tag
If he hating on us, here's a body bag
Body bag, body bag (Cartel)
Full of cash, big bands (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Bitch, my chopper got her drunk of some titty
(yeah, yeah) told Ariana, "Bitch
Come suck on my peepee"
(Suck on my, oh yeah, yeah)
These niggas lame and when we
Pop out they act creepy (Oh yeah)
Bitch, if you don't wanna fuck
Then don't greet me
(Then don't greet, Lil Purpp)
Big- big stick, leave a nigga in a well
(Lil Purpp) i load them hot shells
(Shells) , fuck my bitch at Taco
Bell (Oh yeah, oh yeah, taco Bell)
Bitch, my chopper got her drunk of some titty
(Got some- cartel, bitch)
Told Ariana, "Bitch
Come suck on my peepee" (Bitch)
I might slime him out but he gon' tell
(I might slime him out)
In the trap, I ball and fuck a scale
(yeah, cartel, Lil Purpp)
Boarded windows, bitch, I still got clientele
(Still got clientele)
So much ice on me, a nigga slipped and fell
(I slipped and fell)

If he hating on us, pop another tag
If he hating on us, here's a body bag
Body bag, body bag
Full of cash, running bands
If he hating on us, pop another tag
If he hating on us, here's a body bag
Body bag, body bag (Cartel)
Full of cash, big bands (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, lil' baby let me fuck
Her with this chopper (Lil Purpp, brr, brr)
I might rob her boyfriend 'cause
That nigga an imposter (yeah)
Glock 23, if I can't catch you
Kill your father (Cartel, brr, brr)
I'm a trap baby, bitch
I always been a robber
(Cartel, cartel, robber, robber)
Three times three
Pour it up inside a twenty ounce
(Times three, times three)
Three times three
Nine strippers in my granny house
(yeah, my granny house) three times three
Pour it up inside a twenty ounce (Cartel)
Three times three
Nine strippers in my granny house
(Lil Purpp, cartel)

Do your dance (yeah) , do your dance (yeah)
How you feel? A nigga feeling like the man
(yeah, yeah)
Make it rain (yeah) , never stop (yeah, yeah)
She reaching' down on my dick, then my Glock
(Grr)

If he hating on us, pop another tag
If he hating on us, here's a body bag
Body bag, body bag
Full of cash, runnin' bands
If he hating on us, pop another tag
If he hating on us, here's a body bag
Body bag, body bag (Cartel)
Full of cash, big bands (yeah, yeah, yeah)