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

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

You gon' be part of my body bag
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 my swag in the mirror, I think I got a crush on me
I don't want no wack bitches me
threads, satin sheets on my bed
Get a sea-sick, waves all on my head
Diamonds in my ear, chandelier
Gabbana underwear, I'm so fly it fair
day a different dime piece
Rose Gold, a time piece
Hublot, AP or
bitch and your 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 level three, so I ain't got a on
My like ice, my chest like teflon
I'm a nightmare here, just me and my knife, nigga
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 body bag
.45 lettin' off some 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, still clutchin' the
Talk of the art, [?]
My passport need pages, I'm fuckin' 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, Kush in the bong
It feels like I'm dreamin' a nigga on
I'm so far from a down, I'm out in Miami now
My bitch no no ingles, she fresh off the boat
She give me neck, what you I got connects for the dope
I'm no joke, 30k on the coke, stuff ten in the coat
Nigga, front, I'll have a hand full of
Bitch, I hit your ass a head-shot

You be part of my body 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