(Oh, shit! It's that Philip?)
Body-bag-toe-tag
Body-bag-toe-tag
I'm talking body-bag-toe-tag
We gon' get yo' nigga wacked
Shorty want my love
Bitch, I'm tryna fuck no strings attached
Bitch, my nigga keep a Glock up in his Prada bag
My lil' baby too bomb
I think she from Baghdad
When she walked in
She was rocking Helmut Lang
I'm rocking good Rick
Bitch, I did not come to play
I came up on my own
I ain't need no Sensei
I came up on my own
How I make it first place
I'm rocking all black
She thought I was Bruce Wayne
She gotta black heart
Shorty love it when it rains (ok)
I got some black stars
I might cop some bathing ape
She say I'm a star
Put it on a pinky ring
Mexican with pesos
I'm talking vulgar vain
Keep talking 'bout them choppas
'Cause they ate his face (ok)
Keep talking bout them whoppas
Serving beef today
Keep talking 'bout coppas
I don't fuck with jakes
I miss my cousin too damn much
Might kill a cop today
You don't feel my pain no
We is not the same
Please don't bring them niggas 'round me
They ain't in my rank
But bae, you can stay
I'ma paint your face
I'm talking body-bag-toe-tag
We gon' get yo nigga wacked
Shorty want my love
Bitch, I'm tryna fuck no strings attached
Bitch, my nigga keep a glock up in his Prada bag
My lil' baby too bomb
I think she from Baghdad
When she walked in
She was rocking Helmut Lang
I'm rocking good Rick
Bitch, I did not come to play
I came up on my own
I ain't need no Sensei
I came up on my own
How I make it first place