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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 addin' up
The smoke addin' up, my pockets are up
I got bitches in my bedroom, nerds on
'round my neck, straps for my shooters
I it, look ma', I made it
I grind so to get here I can't be faded
I got on the line, five different kinds
Five different crimes, .45
Got a plan to turn to premise, see, a nigga ain't
'Cause they ain't gon' say I did it and I ain't 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?
changed, a nigga ain't broke
I had a safe 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 of my body bag ritual
Hop out, out to get at you
You gon' be part of my body bag
.45 off some shit at you
You be put in a body bag, bag
You won't get a to fire back

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

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

The had a shorty ass trippin', strippin' in my kitchen
Push my in her ass while I was strokin' her kitten
I be in my own zone, still the chrome
Talk of the art, [?]
My passport need pages, I'm fuckin' 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 paper long, Kush in the bong
It like I'm dreamin' 'cause a nigga on
I'm so far from a down, I'm out in Miami now
My bitch no speak no ingles, she fresh off the
She give me neck, what you expect? I got for the dope
I'm no joke, blow 30k on the coke, ten in the coat
Nigga, front, I'll have a full of dreadlocks
Bitch, I hit ass with a head-shot

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