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

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

You gon' be part of my bag ritual
Hop out, out to get at you
You gon' be of my body bag ritual
.45 lettin' off 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
threads, satin sheets on my bed
Get a bitch sea-sick, waves all on my
in my ear, Baccarat chandelier
Gabbana underwear, I'm so fly it fair
Every day a different piece
Gold, a different time piece
Hublot, AP or
Your bitch and your jeweler me, homie
I'm bulletproof, go 'head, take a at me
You be a dead nigga like the last one got at me
My level three, so I ain't got a vest on
My heart ice, my chest like teflon
I'm a nightmare here, just me and my knife, nigga
Don't let me find out you 'bout that life, nigga
doomsday, I mean goon day
I the orders, like, "air out the room, Dre"

You gon' be of my body bag ritual
Hop out, out to get at you
You gon' be part of my body bag
.45 lettin' off shit at you
You gon' be put in a bag, bag
You get a chance to fire back

The mileage had a shorty ass trippin', strippin' in my
Push my thumb in her ass I was strokin' her kitten
I be in my own zone, clutchin' the chrome
Talk of the art, [?]
My need pages, I'm fuckin' round' out in London
Jetlag from jets [?]
Trippin' in my charm, bitch, I'm a don
So shit go how I say it go, fuck if I'm right or
My long, bomb Kush in the bong
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 connects for the
I'm no joke, blow 30k on the coke, ten in the coat
Nigga, front, I'll a hand 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 off some shit at you
You be put in a body bag, bag
You get a chance to fire back