Body Bag Music

Verse 1

Put it on the line for my people

Drop it on a dime for the turn up

I make the young gees want to be me

My reality show y'all the come up

The dutch mastered sparked,

The Garcia heart

I'm hip-hop your shit flopped

Your twist off the hen roc

Different kind of breed

Raw smoke four trees

Travel all seas in the hood like 12 Yee's

My whole camp Vhoorhies more cheese chase

Big bass from cartel like chapo in the place

Gwan be a tough guy your shorty saying grace

I saw it in her face, she said she want a taste

Straight outta Harlem like Allah school

Got the whole team in here

Act a fool catch a bar stool

I'm telling you my squad don't power love all you

Shower posse status when we jamming on war groove

Chorus

Body bag music these dudes are shooters

Raw Breed pause breath

Your boy is about to lose it

Murder be the case got the Dutch and the jewels lit

This side the only thing moving be the movement

Verse 2

I got my head out the sunroof a hundred proof

Yelling off the roof Ozzy Ozborne

Black Sabbath shit

Mammoth, god damn it

I'm so irregular

Two morphine ten Percocet

One dap joint to make me horny

Rock star on my arm

Pill a room in the bar

White girls like the fly

Give em raw

Or sometimes I give the bitch fentanyl

We turned up this is GD Grateful Dead

Hallucination I'm Bill Cosby take your Bitch

Shit amnesiac seizuring yo

Shut the fuck up yo

If your not speaking it

Get the heat again

It's not the portable

Yo it's the audible with the blue laser in

Army grade again

Turn your head into gravy train

Fear and loathing in the big apple

Chorus

Body bag music these dudes are shooters

Raw Breed pause breath

Your boy is about to lose it

Murder be the case got the Dutch and the jewels lit

This side the only thing moving be the movement

Verse 3

You know its NY going

Raw Breed getting stacks

Smoke Robb gets it on

Bronx we in the trap

I got the trap chop flow at the cosmo

Penthouse suite on fleek a true capo bro

I'm bout to blow word I get M's

Smoke Robb I set trends

Fam I gets it in

About that life a true thug to the death of it

Wet hell a bent the flow stay relevant

Let the metal spit I black out when I clap out

Catch a full clip my hammer hash it out

Y'all **** tapping I cash out when I swerve

Back on the block 40 racks when I splurge

Yo that's my word knock a bitch off the rip

I smash a fat ass dime face fat tits

But on the flip side I piss Cris shit diamonds

Raw Breed for life yo the clique stay grinding

Bridge

Verse 4

The red jacket killa

Son I'm illa in blood

I set that ass up when you put your foot in the tub

I got the spikes at the bottom of your feet

The pairs between your toes start to cut your ass cheek

When I'm in the boxing ring

I bob and weave

Bite your head off like that hoe from V

I get busy and knock down the weight a heavy pound

Pull down the gown

I slapped your ass like Paquiao

In the midnight

I shot your ass in the mid snipe

I was aiming for your dome you got a short height

I can see as you walk skip and jump rope

I suicide your ass off a killer blow

I got to hustle I'm bringing my black brass knuckles

This bird pulling my arm We about to start a tussle

It ain't nothing for me ayo I got strife

Domestic violence son you beat your wife

Chorus

Body bag music these dudes are shooters

Raw Breed pause breath

Your boy is about to lose it

Murder be the case got the Dutch and the jewels lit

This side the only thing moving be the movement