Body Bag - Ricky Remedy, Smokepurpp, Zay27

Ricky Remedy, yeah

Yeah, ayy

Ayy

If he hatin' on us, pop another tag

If he hatin' on us, here’s a body bag

Body bag, body bag

Full of cash, runnin' bands

If he hatin' on us, pop another tag

If he hatin' on us, here’s a body bag

Body bag, body bag (Cartel)

Full of cash, big bands (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Bitch, my chopper got her drunk of some titty (Yeah, yeah)

Told Ariana, «Bitch, come suck on my peepee» (Suck on my, oh yeah, yeah)

These niggas lame and when we pop out they act creepy (Oh yeah)

Bitch, if you don’t wanna fuck, then don’t greet me (Then don’t greet,

Lil Purpp)

Big- big stick, leave a nigga in a well (Lil Purpp)

I load them hot shells (Shells), fuck my bitch at Taco Bell (Oh yeah, oh yeah,

Taco Bell)

Bitch, my chopper got her drunk of some titty (Got some- cartel, bitch)

Told Ariana, «Bitch, come suck on my peepee» (Bitch)

I might slime him out but he gon' tell (I might slime him out)

In the trap, I ball and fuck a scale (Yeah, cartel, Lil Purpp)

Boarded windows, bitch, I still got clientele (Still got clientele)

So much ice on me, a nigga slipped and fell (I slipped and fell)

If he hatin' on us, pop another tag

If he hatin' on us, here’s a body bag

Body bag, body bag

Full of cash, runnin' bands

If he hatin' on us, pop another tag

If he hatin' on us, here’s a body bag

Body bag, body bag (Cartel)

Full of cash, big bands (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, lil' baby let me fuck her with this chopper (Lil Purpp, brr, brr)

I might rob her boyfriend 'cause that nigga an imposter (Yeah)

Glock .23, if I can’t catch you, kill your father (Cartel, brr, brr)

I’m a trap baby, bitch, I always been a robber (Cartel, cartel, robber, robber)

Three times three, pour it up inside a twenty ounce (Times three, times three)

Three times three, nine strippers in my granny house (Yeah, my granny house)

Three times three, pour it up inside a twenty ounce (Cartel)

Three times three, nine strippers in my granny house (Lil Purpp, cartel)

Do your dance (Yeah), do your dance (Yeah)

How you feel?

A nigga feelin' like the man (Yeah, yeah)

Make it rain (Yeah), never stop (Yeah, yeah)

She reaching' down on my dick, then my Glock (Grr)

If he hatin' on us, pop another tag

If he hatin' on us, here’s a body bag

Body bag, body bag

Full of cash, runnin' bands

If he hatin' on us, pop another tag

If he hatin' on us, here’s a body bag

Body bag, body bag (Cartel)

Full of cash, big bands (Yeah, yeah, yeah)