LYRICS
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[Skit][Snorts cocaine]Nigga, (yeah) , nigga, you knowI don't fuck with them niggasThem niggas pussy. Sucka ass niggasI don't like either one (I don't even like 'em)But the other night I'm in the gambling spotNigga come up in here - boom - hit the door"Get the fuck on the floor, bitch, get down on the floor"I turn around like, "what? " Niggas like"get down! " (When was this?) I'm like, "niggaI got on white linen. "[Intro]Fuck it, I mean we gotta kill what we eat, right?It's not a problem, it's really not a problem. Southside[Verse 1]Okay, the dope addin' up, the coke addin' upThe smoke addin' up, my pockets are fattened upI got bitches in my bedroom, nerds on computersDiamonds 'round my neck, straps for my shootersI made it, look ma', I made itI grind so hard to get here I can't be fadedI got lawyers on the line, five different kindsFive different crimes, same. 45Got a plan to turn to premise, see, a nigga ain't lyin'Cause they ain't gon' say I did itand I ain't gon' say I did itAnd I might go back and forth to courtbetter bet I get acquittedCan you dig it? Nigga, can you dig it?Shit changed, a nigga ain't brokeI had a safe size as a shoe box, it felt like a vaultNow I got real money, that "fuck how you feel" moneyThat "nigga, you look at me wrong, get killed" money[Hook]You gon' be part of my body bag ritualHop out, hammer out to get at youYou gon' be part of my body bag ritual45 lettin' off some shit at youYou gon' be put in a body bagYou won't get a chance to fire back[Verse 2]I peep my swag in the mirror, I think I got a crush on meI don't want no wack bitches touchin' meTailor-made threads, satin sheets on my bedGet a bitch sea-sick, waves all on my headDiamonds in my ear, Baccarat chandelierGabbana underwear, I'm so fly it ain't fairEvery day a different dime pieceRose Gold, a different time pieceHublot, Ap or rollieYour bitch and your jeweler know me, homieI'm bulletproof, go 'head, take a shot at meYou be a dead nigga like the last one that got at meMy shirt level three so I ain't got a vest onMy heart like ice, my chest like teflonI'm a nightmare right here, just me and my knife, niggaDon't let me find out you ain't 'bout that life, niggaIt's doomsday, I mean goon dayI get the orders, like, "air out the room, Dre"[Gun shots][Hook]You gon' be part of my body bag ritualHop out, hammer out to get at youYou gon' be part of my body bag ritual45 lettin' off some shit at youYou gon' be put in a body bagYou won't get a chance to fire back[Verse 3]The mollies had a shorty ass trippin'strippin' in my kitchenPush my thumb in her ass while I was strokin' her kittenI be in my own zone, still clutchin' the chromeTalk state of the art, [?]My passport need pagesI'm fuckin' round' out in LondonJetlag from jets, wrist lit baguettesTrippin' in my charm, look bitch, I'm a donSo shit go how I say it go, fuck if I'm right or wrongMy paper long, bomb kush in the bongIt feels like I'm dreamin' cause a nigga onI'm so far from a hammy down, I'm out in Miami nowMy bitch no speak no ingles, she fresh off the boatShe give me neck, what you expect?I got connects for the dopeI'm no joke, blow 30k on the coke, stuff ten in the coatNigga, front, I'll have a hand full of dreadlocksBitch, I hit your ass with a headshot[Hook]You gon' be part of my body bag ritualHop out, hammer out to get at youYou gon' be part of my body bag ritual45 lettin' off some shit at youYou gon' be put in a body bagYou won't get a chance to fire back
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