Body Bag (feat. Lil Wayne)

Ayy, yo, that's Dre

Dubba-A flexing

Yeah, big gang

Louie Bandz made another one

This Is The Sound

I got dopǝ inside my cup, I think I poured too much

No Instagram, told that bıtch don't come around me postin' that

Assassination-like style, I won't show you nothin'

Originated 38 Baby, you wan' bang with me, then blow you somethin'

Nıgga, fucc you, I don't own you nothin', I'll show your ass how that lead feel

I've been thuggin' outside the north, runnin' around the town going on seven years

Say you 'bout that, nıgga, sho' you is

Bıtch, it's up there when I say it is

On my gang, baby mama shed tears

Daddy somewhere serving over fifty years

You know me, then you know I keep a steel

I'll pop his ass, do this shıt for real

Been that way since I was a child, I ain't showing tires, they ain't know how I feel

I'll step on a nıgga ass, nıgga make me mad, don't stop until he killed

My mama know I'm thugging, it get ugly, lay me in Winnfield, oh yeah

Spin the block, hop out with them Glocks and leave 'em dead

I go by top, if he go up, I bring 'em down straight to this bed

Aimin' for real, ain't got no chill

Most nıggas ride on me, they be scared

Pop your cap as fast you pop a pill

I know these nıggas better be ready

Pop your cap 'cause if you're playing with the gang, we leave him dead

He was flexin' for the 'Gram, we pullin' up like, "What you sayin'?"

Body bag, toe tag me a nıgga

Can't play with 4KTrey, you'll have your baby mama missin'

Drop a bag on her

See these racks and diamonds? That's a Jag' on her

Your body come up missin', they like, "Where the homie?"

Red beam on him just like pepperoni if a nıgga owe me (Rich)

Uh, what happened to that boy?

Them red beams look like forbidden apples to that boy

I pop and then I add snap and crackle to that boy

My wings flapping like a pterodactyl to that boy

I spin the block, leave his body stretched out looking like 6 o'clock

Half a brick on the counter looking like a cinder block

I got gorilla guap when I shop

Keep spinning like a fuccing spinning top, pour the lean to the top

Still never spill a drop

I left in an SUV, I came back in a drop

I got your recipe and came back with a pot

Can't forget who I know, but I know who I forgot

If I ain't hit everybody, let me know who I forgot

Come back with a street sweeper, I just hope you got a mop

I'ma throw your body off a yacht, your body gon' float back to the dock

You'll get a body bag and a toe tag, that's new clothes and new socks, you lil' bıtch