bodybags lyrics

[Chorus: funeral]
b*tch, I walk into—
b*tch, I walk into the party with a strap
Everybody droppin', got more ammo in the back
I'on feel too good today, like, f*ck it, I'ma crash
I'on feel nothing 'til they leave in body bags
b*tch-b*tch, I— b*tch, I walk into the party with a strap
Everybody droppin', got more ammo in the back
I'on feel too good today, like, f*ck it, I'ma crash
I'on feel nothing 'til they leave in body bags

[Verse 1: funeral]
Ayy, b*tch, I'm strapped like NRA
I hop in this f*ckin' whip like, "Who the f*ck gon' die today?"
Who am I gon' kill today? b*tch, I'm sick of feeling good, I ain't gon' take my pill, okay
b*tch, I'm sick of feeling straight, like, who blood getting spilled? Okay
b*tch, I'm strapped up like ****
I'ma walk into the store and air this whole b*tch out, on God
b*tch, my loadout really fye like my ass IRL on COD
Put that fye on him myself, b*tch, I don't need no f*cking squad

[Verse 2: glaive]
I don't need no f*cking squad, but I love my bros a lot
Shoot your mans up, put his hands up, I feel like a f*cking cop
Sike, nah, I could never fear the pigs, no, not at all
I'm at thе function, nodding off, they mad as f*ck I'm popular, uh-huh, huh
I love my bros becausе they bet on me
Just checked the f*cking pedigree, a million dollars made when I was seventeen, if anything
Hate to see me win 'cause it's repetitive
Never take a sedative, if anything
[Bridge: glaive]
Heard you don't f*ck with me, know that feeling's mutual
I don't even ask for sh*t, I just get the usual
Sometimes you just gotta sit back because it's beautiful
I just hit up funeral, we'll send you to your funeral

[Chorus: funeral]
b*tch, I— b*tch, I walk into—
b*tch, I walk into the party with a strap
Everybody droppin', got more ammo in the back
I'on feel too good today, like, f*ck it, I'ma crash
I'on feel nothing 'til they leave in body bags
b*tch-b*tch, I— b*tch, I walk into the party with a strap
Everybody droppin', got more ammo in the back
I'on feel too good today, like, f*ck it, I'ma crash
I'on feel nothing 'til they leave in body bags

[Bridge: funeral]
'Til they leave in body bags
I'on feel nothing 'til they leave in body bags
Body bags, body bags

[Outro: funeral]
I know that b*tch hung up on some old sh*t
f*ck that ho, b*tch, that's my old b*tch
I was like ten taking notes on Ogrish
Hoping nobody would notice
Woke up this morning, I'm dropping ten bodies
I need more, like, I'm losing focus
Pour up a cup of that blood
Lil' b*tch, I'm sipping, but that's just a bonus