Body Bag lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, look
I don't give a f*ck about the next b*tch, she lame (Dummy)
I don't give a f*ck about the next b*tch, she—
Yeah, okay, let's go
Body bag, body bag, body bag

[Chorus]
I don't give a f*ck about the next b*tch, she lame (Uh-huh)
And I don't give a f*ck about that clique that she claim
I'm a whole different b*tch, me and her is not the same (Nope)
And I'm hotter than a b*tch, I'm a whole different flame

[Verse 1]
You know the motherf*ckin' name, I go by L-E-O (b*tch)
Two things I ain't never been, and that's a b*tch or a ho (Yeah, yeah)
I need them racks if you gon' book me for a motherf*ckin' show (Uh-huh)
Yеah, they know f*cked up when thеy let a P b*tch through the do'
Okay, look, b*tch
Na-na-na, boo-boo, your n*gga love me (Ha)
He gon' spend them racks before I ever let him touch me (n*gga what?)
Zip up your pants, I want that neck, you cannot f*ck me (Ew)
Yeah, he know I'm prettier than a b*tch, but I get ugly
b*tch, I will kill you and let my cousin do a TikTok on your grave (Ho)
Let a ho try me and I'ma bust her ass like Dave (Uh-huh)
I don't f*ck with none of these b*tches, they can't even get a wave (Bye)
I just heard your album, it wasn't givin' what it was 'posed to had gave
Ayy, I could be at my weddin' and I still wouldn't trust a n*gga (sl*t, thot)
Hahaha, true sh*t
Opp b*tches hatin', linkin' up, and takin' group pics (Uh-huh)
I don't give a f*ck about no rap b*tch, I do this (Dumb b*tch)
Your n*gga a thot, I'm in his mouth like a toothpick (Yeah)
Super sl*t (Yeah), he gon' give it up, he like my music (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
I don't give a f*ck about the next b*tch, she lame (Ew)
And I don't give a f*ck about that clique that she claim
I'm a whole different b*tch, me and her is not the same (Uh-huh)
And I'm hotter than a b*tch, l'm a whole different flame (Yeah)
You know the motherf*ckin' name (Yeah, yeah, uh-huh)

[Verse 2]
These b*tches know what's up with me
I walk in any room, I feel the tension, b*tches muggin' me (b*tch)
It's 'cause they n*ggas lovin' me (Yeah)
But your n*gga a dub to me (Uh-huh)
I treat him like a fly 'cause he a gnat and he be buggin' me (Ew)
Big Leo, ain't no touchin' me (b*tch)
Ho, watch your mouth before you come up missin' (Uh-huh)
I don't throw no slugs, but you will die for doin' all that dissin' (Yeah)
Ho, you ain't no bully, you a b*tch, stop with all that fiction (Ho)
'Cause when I seen her she was shakin', throwin' up, and p*ssin' (Ah-ha)
Yeah, body bag (Yeah), body bag (Yeah), body bag (Yeah)
b*tch, come out the house, I'm on your block, I'm in a Pontiac (b*tch)
Cold world, that's why I swing a stick and wear a hockey mask (Uh-huh)
b*tches say it's up when they see me (Okay)

[Chorus]
I don't give a f*ck about the next b*tch, she lame (Ew)
And I don't give a f*ck about that clique that she claim
I'm a whole different b*tch, me and her is not the same (Uh-huh)
And I'm hotter than a b*tch, l'm a whole different flame (Yeah)
You know the motherf*ckin' name
[Post-Chorus]
pus*y ho, stay in your place (b*tch)
The sh*t they say on Twitter, they wouldn't say it to my face (At all)
They gon' make me catch a case (Yeah)
Get 'em gone without a trace (Yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
Hoes wanna fight me? Fight your stylist for that lace (b*tch)
That sh*t is a disgrace (Uh-huh)
Ayy, it's a marathon, not a race (Go)
I'm takin' my time, I know my pace (Okay)
Shout out Keke, that's my ace (Yeah)
And we walk around with sticks (Yeah, yeah), this ain't no mace (Yeah, uh-huh)
Hoes broke, but me, I'm laughin' to the bank, shout out to Chase