Stretcher

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, body bag shit nigga Aye, rich slime Chapo Shooting off the rip nigga 50 And I got my young niggas with me, man Yeah, put your ass on a stretcher nigga Rich slime [Hook] Body Bag Gang put your ass on a stretcher These niggas talking, I don't want no lecture So many straps, boy you don't want no pressure Shoot your ass in the face with a Beretta Pouring that lean and I didn't even measure I'm in the trap with a Ralph Lauren sweater I got two clips and they taped up together These niggas switching up just like the weather Took his ass off 'cause he didn't know better Bad bitch and she always tell me "Do better" Put your ass on the news, now you a header Iced out my mouth now it look like a treasure Shoot your ass up boy, you don't want no pressure I got a black stick and it's in my dresser Shot your lil shooter you paid to protect ya Got your ass popped now your ass on a stretcher [Verse] Body Bag Gang man you know it get hectic Got some real shooters, them niggas so reckless All of my choppers gon hit with perfection I got that MAC-10 on me in the section All of my niggas rich, that shit was destined I got some real plugs, yeah I been connected These niggas broke as fuck on the block stressin' All of my niggas on Gangway got weapons I'm catching plays by the 7-Eleven I feel like Mike Vick cause the way I [?] seven Nigga get shot up for tryna start tension My niggas quickdraw, they be shooting like Kevin I'm fresh as fuck on the block like a reverend I don't trust these niggas, these niggas pretending Got lawyered up, I ain't tryna get sentenced 50'd up, all of my niggas got felons 50'd up, all of my shooters got felons I got a black stick and a black 911 Took his ass off 'cause I heard he was telling Shot his ass up now the nigga in heaven Back to back foreigns, my shooters be trailing Got a bad bitch and that hoe an Australian Double vacuum seal 'cause that shit be smelling Talking 'bout a drop I got that shit mailin' [Hook] Body Bag Gang put your ass on a stretcher These niggas talking, I don't want no lecture So many straps, boy you don't want no pressure Shoot your ass in the face with a Beretta Pouring that lean and I didn't even measure I'm in the trap with a Ralph Lauren sweater I got two clips and they taped up together These niggas switching up just like the weather Took his ass off 'cause he didn't know better Bad bitch and she always tell me "Do better" Put your ass on the news, now you a header Iced out my mouth now it look like a treasure Shoot your ass up boy, you don't want no pressure I got a black stick and it's in my dresser Shot your lil shooter you paid to protect ya Got your ass popped now your ass on a stretcher