Stretcher lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, body bag sh*t n*gga
Aye, rich slime
Chapo
Shooting off the rip n*gga
50
And I got my young n*ggas with me, man
Yeah, put your ass on a stretcher n*gga
Rich slime

[Hook]
Body Bag Gang put your ass on a stretcher
These n*ggas 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 n*ggas switching up just like the weather
Took his ass off 'cause he didn't know better
Bad b*tch 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
[Verse]
Body Bag Gang man you know it get hectic
Got some real shooters, them n*ggas so reckless
All of my choppers gon hit with perfection
I got that MAC-10 on me in the section
All of my n*ggas rich, that sh*t was destined
I got some real plugs, yeah I been connected
These n*ggas broke as f*ck on the block stressin'
All of my n*ggas on Gangway got weapons
I'm catching plays by the 7-Eleven
I feel like Mike Vick cause the way I [?] seven
n*gga get shot up for tryna start tension
My n*ggas quickdraw, they be shooting like Kevin
I'm fresh as f*ck on the block like a reverend
I don't trust these n*ggas, these n*ggas pretending
Got lawyered up, I ain't tryna get sentenced
50'd up, all of my n*ggas 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 n*gga in heaven
Back to back foreigns, my shooters be trailing
Got a bad b*tch and that hoe an Australian
Double vacuum seal 'cause that sh*t be smelling
Talking 'bout a drop I got that sh*t mailin'
[Hook]
Body Bag Gang put your ass on a stretcher
These n*ggas 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 n*ggas switching up just like the weather
Took his ass off 'cause he didn't know better
Bad b*tch 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