Mr. Bodybag

[Intro]
(so so, wait, Mr. Bodybag)

[Chorus: so so]
—up on me—, —up on me—, —on me, yet i'm always on my phone
Lucid thoughts and lucid dreams, I think i'm too up in my zone
Broken heart, I feel defeated, think i'm better off alone
Vivid memories replay up in my mind, make me atone
PTSD, do not you test me, I might turn you to a body bag
You might run away but, you stop me when ya' body tagged
I hit you in yo' spine, you disconnect, I make yo' body lag
I don't miss a shot, that's why they call me mister body bag

[Verse 1: so so]
You don't want the smoke, i'm mister hands, nigga, we boxin'
Learned to hook straight from Tamar, I wanna see yo' body droppin'
They see me with the smoke, my opps turn into Johnny Stockton
They assist game be 100, til' they meet me now they boxed in
I ain't known to get a bag because the bag be gettin' me
He lost his life but that's ight 'cause I flipped him into green
They smoking bougies like a blunt but, do not pass that shit to me
I love money, I love Fangnem and I love smokin' my weed
I'm bouta bag, i'm paper chasing, flip that shit no hesitation
Y'all got shots but, will not take it
Thinkin', will I really make it
You not gang, you second guessing, you messed up now learn yo' lesson
I love counting up my commas, why would I count up my blessings
I'm a devil in disguise, he want beef, it come with fries
Envy me, I make the choppa, shout the sweetest Caroline
Ba, ba, ba, gone twist ya', learn to fear that number 9
Stay on the low, I up that score keep higher points than columbine
Shot him in the leg and now that boy, he get to jerkin
Got yo' shawty all up on me on my body and she flirtin'
She love to shake her hips, she up on me and she twerkin'
She love to swallow kids, she up on me and she xertzin'

[Chorus: so so]
Don't nobody checkup on me, yet i'm always on my phone
Lucid thoughts and lucid dreams, I think i'm too up in my zone
Broken heart, I feel defeated, think i'm better off alone
Vivid memories replay up in my mind, make me atone
PTSD, do not you test me, I might turn you to a body bag
You might run away but, you stop me when ya' body tagged
I hit you in yo' spine, you disconnect, I make yo' body lag
I don't miss a shot, that's why they call me mister body bag

[Verse 2: Snoozy]
Get ya' racks up, nigga, get yo' swag up
Niggas tryin' talk bout' me, get yo' dad up
And i'm tryna smoke this weed, nigga, back up
And yo' bitch wanna fuck 'cause I got racks nigga
Shit yo' ass up, nigga, get yo' bag up
Two hoes on me and she like the swag, yeah
I don't love that bitch, I only like cash, yeah
Where I get this shit? I get it from my dad, yeah
High as shit, i'm in my zone, yo' bitch finna bring me home
No, i'm not no Al Capone, yo' bitch finna eat me whole
Baby, that's why I'm alone, I did this shit on my own
Me and so so bouta blow and in her ass and her body, hoe

[Chorus: so so]
Don't nobody checkup on me, yet i'm always on my phone
Lucid thoughts and lucid dreams, I think i'm too up in my zone
Broken heart, I feel defeated, think i'm better off alone
Vivid memories replay up in my mind, make me atone
PTSD, do not you test me, I might turn you to a body bag
You might run away but, you stop me when ya' body tagged
I hit you in yo' spine, you disconnect, I make yo' body lag
I don't miss a shot, that's why they call me mister body bag