Lay his ass down, put him in a fuckin' body bag
.40 on me tucked, bitch you know I always keep the Mag
I don't play around, even though I act like I'm sad
Gucci on my waist, bitch this ain't a fuckin' fanny pack
Gucci on my waist, bitch this ain't no fanny pack
And i go insane while I hit that girl from the back
Hit her from the back after the show
And I'm counting this money all on my cash flow
And that bitch is trying to get my cash flow
Lay his ass down, put him in a fuckin' body bag
.40 on me tucked, bitch you know i always keep the Mag
Lay his ass down, put him in a fuckin' body bag
.40 on me tucked, bitch you know i always keep the Mag
.40 on me tucked, bitch you know i always keep the Mag
Gucci on my waist, bitch this ain't a fuckin' fanny pack
No, you won't ever catch me up in a fuckin' body bag
Heard he was talking shit, put his ass up on the fuckin' map
I stay strapped in the Scat, so nah, you won't ever catch me lack
And you know i count all this Cake, i get to the fuckin' racks
Lay his ass down, put him in a fuckin' body bag
.40 on me tucked, bitch you know I always keep the Mag
I don't play around, even though I act like I'm sad
Gucci on my waist, bitch this ain't a fuckin' fanny pack
Getting to the cake
All while your bitch giving me face
In your brain, in my brain
Goin' insane
I think I need faith
I think her shit laced
She been going insane, driving me insane
Feel like I want to leave, and blow my brains
Lay his ass down, put him in a fuckin' body bag
.40 on me tucked, bitch you know I always keep the Mag