Body Bag lyrics

[Intro]
Ha!
I'm 'bout to talk my sh*t
Brooklyn, what up?
M.A n*gga

[Verse]
I'm on some undefeated sh*t, now I can't lose
Get in the game I act a damn fool
Get a mansion out in Cancun, the size of a damn school
I gotta grind, now I can't snooze
That's your b*tch but she a fan too
I asked her 'where your man at?', she said 'my man who?'
I do sh*t that you can't do, cause n*gga I'm the damn truth
My money long like bamboo
No top on the damn coupe, the haters like 'damn you!'
Man, shoot if I can't lose just imagine what I can do
I'm at their heads like shampoo
b*tch I made it like I planned to
And I'm hot, f*ck around and catch a tan too
I ran to my dreams and my whole team ran too
Posted up with the damn crew
[?] that's my man too
Big Meech, Tweety Twiz, [?] Eli all my n*ggas out in C.I
Yo, Butta that's the fam too
Them haters mad because I came out the damn blue
And murdered everything and everybody in the damn room
Them haters like 'god damn I can't stand you'
But I just smile back and count money 'til my hands blue
Peep my damn shoes, the shirt and the pants too
Partner outfit but my style is too damn rude
I'm the sh*t n*gga, do you get the damn clue
I'm sh*tting on her, him, them, y'all and you
I swallow pus*y like I can't chew
And I had that b*tch going to a shock, now she can't move
Leave me alone haters I ain't in the damn mood
f*ck around and have my face on the damn news
Hit the block, pull up in something brand new
White coupe, red seats, Campbell's canned soup
I don't hang with lames, naw I'm too damn cool
But I'm on fire in the damn booth
I'm the best to ever do it and this here is the damn prove
Got n*ggas shaking in their damn boots
Cause they can't f*ck with me like a b*tch with a red cooch
Get it, f*ck it, now I'm 'bout to kill it
n*ggas wanna do collabs, naw n*gga I ain't with it
Cause you trash and that bullsh*t you spitting I ain't feeling
Grown men hating on me, b*tch n*ggas in they feelings
Y'all n*ggas got a clitoris
n*ggas must be on they period
n*ggas must be bi-curious
But I don't take you n*ggas serious
Just put that dot on your head, cause I don't f*ck with you n*ggas period
Basic ass n*ggas, old hating ass n*ggas
Had a dream they was pursuing, but never made it ass n*ggas
Is that the reason, why you mad
Well you, you and him, y'all sucked the di*k I never had
Now I'm taking n*ggas b*tches and I'm f*cking them with a strap
And send her back home to you and throw her ass right in the cab
I'm a disrespectful n*gga even without the Henny
But it's a whole 'nother story when that liquor get up in me
I'm c*cking guns back and I'm hitting n*ggas kidneys
Ain't sh*t about me friendly, got them big B's with me
I ain't talking 'bout them Bentley's
I'm talking bout them n*ggas that walk around with them semis
That'll pop you for them pennies, n*gga
Ha!