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

Okay, the dope addin' up, the coke up
The addin' up, my pockets are fattened up
I got in my bedroom, nerds on computers
Diamonds 'round my neck, for my shooters
I it, look ma', I made it
I grind so hard to get here I 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
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?
Shit changed, a ain't broke
I had a safe size as a shoe box, it felt a vault
Now I got real money, "fuck how you feel" money
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 some at you
You be put in a body bag, bag
You get a chance to fire back

I peep my in the mirror, I think I got a crush on me
I don't want no bitches touchin' me
Tailor-made threads, satin 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 different time
Hublot, AP or
Your 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 nightmare right here, just me and my knife,
let me find out you ain't 'bout that life, nigga
It's doomsday, I goon day
I the orders, like, "air out the room, Dre"

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

The had a shorty ass trippin', strippin' 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
Jetlag from jets [?]
in my charm, look bitch, I'm a don
So shit go how I say it go, fuck if I'm right or
My paper long, bomb in the bong
It feels like I'm 'cause a nigga on
I'm so far from a hammy down, I'm out in 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, 30k on the coke, stuff ten in the coat
Nigga, front, I'll have a full of dreadlocks
Bitch, I hit your ass with a

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 be put in a body bag, bag
You won't get a chance to fire