Tyrich$ - Body Bags Lyrics

Aye 557s and 223s
If that nigga get to talking
We gon send him to the gs

Aye
Said We gon send him to the gs

Aye Christian Louboutin
Yeah I got red underneath
N gas in my lungs
So it's getting hard to breathe

This bitch want to argue
I'm allergic
Watch me sneeze
I been getting money
All these blue around me

N I got bands
Big duffel bags of that cash
That broke nigga try me
Swear to god that I'm his last

I'm on the road
N I ain't talking bout no shows
I got them ps in the back
Yeah a big load

I said a truck full
If them niggas outside
They gon duck too

Yo Bitch eat a nigga up
Like some fast food
N I got more
You claiming that she loyal
Watch me turn a whore

I don't want the car
If it ain't fast or it roar
In n out these states
Trap put me on a tour
He in the end zone
But he ain't even score

It's hot as hell in the crib
But the ice got my nose running
These niggas talking bout sum bands
Neva blow nun
Aye they Neva show huh ?
If my dawg down bad let him hold sum
The deas still hit my phone but idk nun

Aye but idk nun
I just counted a up whole hundred
Straight 20s
These bitches talking love
But I'm married to the money

Yeah that is my dawg
I ain't talking bout no puppy
You could suck the dick
Just don't say that you love me
Been balling on these niggas
N the setting not on rookie

Ain't ever do no reading
So the boys can't book me
What's up in that wood
Bitch I'm smoking on this cookie
I said im smoking on this cookie

Early in the morning
I got options
Trackhawk or the Benz
The v on my shirt
Bitch I don't got no friends
Or no loose ends
I pulled the blues out my pocket
His bitch choosing

You say it's smoke
To big of a puff
Watch yo stupid ass choke
Trynna ride this wave
You gon drown need a boat
Off white on my body
Got me feeling like the goat
Aye
Off white on my body
Got me feeling like the goat
Trynna ride this wave
You gon Drown need a boat
Hallows hit his chest
Now a body bag his coat
Aye
Now a Body bag His coat