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Fuck it, I mean we gotta kill we eat, right?
It's not a problem, really not a problem. Southside

Okay, the dope addin' up, the addin' up
The addin' up, my pockets are fattened up
I got bitches in my bedroom, nerds on
Diamonds 'round my neck, for my shooters
I it, look ma', I made it
I grind so hard to get here I can't be
I got lawyers on the line, five kinds
different crimes, same .45
Got a to turn to premise, see, a nigga ain't lyin'
'Cause they gon' say I did it and I ain't gon' say I did it
And I go back and forth to court, but I bet I get acquitted
Can you dig it? Nigga, can you dig it?
Shit changed, a nigga ain't
I had a safe size as a shoe box, it felt a vault
Now I got money, that "fuck how you feel" money
That "nigga, you at me wrong, get killed" money

You gon' be of my body bag ritual
Hop out, out to get at you
You be part of my body bag ritual
.45 off some shit at you
You be put in a body bag, bag
You won't get a chance to fire

I peep my swag in the mirror, I think I got a on me
I don't want no wack bitches me
Tailor-made threads, satin on my bed
Get a bitch sea-sick, waves all on my
in my ear, Baccarat chandelier
Gabbana underwear, I'm so fly it ain't
day a different dime piece
Rose Gold, a different piece
Hublot, AP or
Your bitch and jeweler know me, homie
I'm bulletproof, go 'head, take a at me
You be a dead like the last one that got at me
My shirt three, so I ain't got a vest on
My heart ice, my chest like teflon
I'm a nightmare right here, just me and my knife,
Don't let me find out you ain't that life, nigga
It's doomsday, I mean day
I the orders, like, "air out the room, Dre"

You gon' be part of my bag ritual
Hop out, out to get at you
You gon' be part of my bag ritual
.45 off some shit at you
You be put in a body bag, bag
You won't get a chance to fire

The mileage had a shorty ass trippin', in my kitchen
Push my thumb in her ass while I was strokin' her
I be in my own zone, still clutchin' the
Talk of the art, [?]
My need pages, I'm fuckin' round' out in London
from jets [?] baguettes
Trippin' in my charm, bitch, I'm a don
So go how I say it go, fuck if I'm right or wrong
My paper long, bomb Kush in the
It feels like I'm 'cause a nigga on
I'm so far a hammy down, I'm out in Miami now
My no speak no ingles, she fresh off the boat
She give me neck, what you expect? I got for the dope
I'm no joke, blow 30k on the coke, stuff ten in the
Nigga, front, I'll have a full of dreadlocks
Bitch, I hit your ass a head-shot

You gon' be of my body bag ritual
Hop out, out to get at you
You gon' be of my body bag ritual
.45 lettin' off some at you
You be put in a body bag, bag
You won't get a to fire back