Trizz, Eddy Baker - Bloody Trashbags lyrics

Look i done felt the pain (okay)
Getting tired of it (yeah)
Dealing with niggas and bitches and
That's why I'm blunted (straight up)
I like seeing niggas suffer man
And now I love it have a nigga set up and
Killed for like nine hundred (oh oh ooh)
Pesos
I don't pay nothing, got a reputation (yeah)
Pick the homie up and let
Em know with no explanation
Money on your head
And we act without hesitation
Check his patience now his days are numbered
Like a cancer patient (fucking sick)
Killing and lacing the weed that I'm lacing
I'm fucked off this dragon I'm chasing
Yes I'm that fadеd
Mixed with this drink that I'm drinking man
Fuck is you thinking? (haha)
Stuffed you in the trash bag
Stash it in my basеment
Next to my ex bitch that I'm blazing
She's dead, the body stinking (ugh)
Leave her stripped to fuck
I swear to god these bitches suck, on my nuts
They think that I'm insane, naw
I'm fucking nuts (straight up)
I get the fucking bust but trust me dawg
It's not enough
I'm satisfied by sticking knives and
Blades in they fucking guts

Bloody trash bags
Stains on the outside (ooh)
Buried in the house, never put it outside
(hell naw) smell linger in the air
A nigga sense the worst the reaper lurks
Pulling up on niggas riding in the hearse
Bloody trash bags
Stains on the outside (ooh)
Buried in the house, never put it outside
(hell naw) smell linger in the air
A nigga sense the worst the reaper lurks
Pulling up on niggas riding in the hearse

Taking what I want
I don't know the meaning of pay for it (no)
Revenge is my favorite dish
Every day I'm making it (I wanna play)
Put him into rinds
Taken from my wife for doing freaking lines
Bad guy, since the age of five
Damn time flies (damn) never gave a fuck
Hitting licks, smoking blunts
Roll with the bullies in the school
Take a nigga lunch (real shit)
Got a knife and the 20 tucked
Used to only pack a punch
Took yo bitch and yo gold
Now I think I'm King Tut (bling)
Cops at the door all the time
Drove my mother nuts (alright)
Got yo ass whacked by the
Mob for a couple bucks
Criminal minded, the crime I'm behind it
Gave Trizz the body so the
Coppers wouldn't find it (yep)
Blood in the backset, plus I'm drunk driving
Now the popo wanna pull me over
Perfect timing (fuck)
I hit the brake then the gas
Told Trizz to load the mag
It's gonna be a long night
We might need some more garbage bags

Bloody trash bags
Stains on the outside (ooh)
Buried in the house, never put it outside
(hell naw) smell linger in the air
A nigga sense the worst the reaper lurks
Pulling up on niggas riding in the hearse
Bloody trash bags
Stains on the outside (ooh)
Buried in the house, never put it outside
(hell naw) smell linger in the air
A nigga sense the worst the reaper lurks
Pulling up on niggas riding in the hearse
Bloody trash bags
Stains on the outside (ooh)
Buried in the house, never put it outside
(hell naw) smell linger in the air
A nigga sense the worst the reaper lurks
Pulling up on niggas riding in the hearse
Bloody trash bags
Stains on the outside (ooh)
Buried in the house, never put it outside
(hell naw) smell linger in the air
A nigga sense the worst the reaper lurks
Pulling up on niggas riding in the hearse