BODY BAGS

[Verse 1: CURSED]
I got da body bags on that cocaine, switchin' off to that six lane
This bitch niggas wanna feel some pain, bullet shells, its gonna rain
In yo chest, leave a blood stain
Don't mean no fame, im about that game
Lookin' like a straight fuckin' lame
Don't give a fuck about your fuckin' name
Spacin' out, you breakin' out
Got a paper rap to all the haters ain't talk about
No newspapers, livin' so criminal, almost subliminal
Bullets be rippin', you bitches be slippin'
But enough of that, so remember that, best pack a gat
Nigga thats a rap, give yo bitch a slap
Before I bust a cap
Rollin' with the set, off the block
This killin' shit ain't gon' stop
Yo body just got laced up and dropped
Cackin' and steppin' and lack and attack and yo bustas I poppin
Yo suckas, you dumb muthafuckas for what i rep, clouds in the sky
I am countin' crap
For this [?] i cutch, this nothin' i can't never touch
Especially wack bitches i straight eat for lunch
But thats not enough, dont be actin' tough if you ain't work with that trigga my nigga
That's this my trick tellin' this [?] me

[Verse 2: Jas B]
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