Slimesito - Stretcher lyrics

Yeah, body bag shit nigga aye, rich slime
Chapo shooting off the rip nigga
50 and I got my young niggas with me, man
Yeah,  put your ass on a stretcher nigga
Rich slime

Body Bag Gang put your ass on a stretcher
These niggas talking
I don't want no lecture so many straps
Boy you don't want no pressure
Shoot your ass in the face with a Beretta
Pouring that lean and I didn't even measure
I'm in the trap with a Ralph Lauren sweater
I got two clips and they taped up together
These niggas switching up just
Like the weather took his ass off 'cause
He didn't know better
Bad bitch and she always
Tell me "Do better"
Put your ass on the news, now you a header
Iced out my mouth now it look like a treasure
Shoot your ass up boy
You don't want no pressure
I got a black stick and it's in my dresser
Shot your lil shooter you paid to protect ya
Got your ass popped now your
Ass on a stretcher

Body Bag Gang man you know it get hectic
Got some real shooters
Them niggas so reckless
All of my choppers gon hit with perfection
I got that MAC-10 on me in the section
All of my niggas rich, that shit was destined
I got some real plugs, yeah I been connected
These niggas broke as fuck
On the block stressin'
All of my niggas on Gangway got weapons
I'm catching plays by the 7-Eleven
I feel like Mike Vick cause the way I seven
Nigga get shot up for tryna start tension
My niggas quickdraw
They be shooting like Kevin
I'm fresh as fuck on the
Block like a reverend
I don't trust these niggas
These niggas pretending
Got lawyered up, I ain't tryna get sentenced
50'd up, all of my niggas got felons
50'd up, all of my shooters got felons
I got a black stick and a black 911
Took his ass off 'cause I
Heard he was telling
Shot his ass up now the nigga in heaven
Back to back foreigns
My shooters be trailing
Got a bad bitch and that hoe an Australian
Double vacuum seal 'cause that
Shit be smelling talking 'bout a drop I
Got that shit mailin'

Body Bag Gang put your ass on a stretcher
These niggas talking
I don't want no lecture so many straps
Boy you don't want no pressure
Shoot your ass in the face with a Beretta
Pouring that lean and I didn't even measure
I'm in the trap with a Ralph Lauren sweater
I got two clips and they taped up together
These niggas switching up just
Like the weather took his ass off 'cause
He didn't know better
Bad bitch and she always
Tell me "Do better"
Put your ass on the news, now you a header
Iced out my mouth now it look like a treasure
Shoot your ass up boy
You don't want no pressure
I got a black stick and it's in my dresser
Shot your lil shooter you paid to protect ya
Got your ass popped now your
Ass on a stretcher