Bloody Trashbags

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Trizz] Look I done felt the pain (okay) Getting tired of it (yeah) Dealing with niggas and bitches and that's why I'm blunted (straight up) I like seeing niggas suffer man and now I love it Have a nigga set up and killed for like nine-hundred (oh-oh-ooh) Pesos I don't pay nothing, got a reputation (yeah) Pick the homie up and let em know with no explanation Money on your head And we act without hesitation Check his patience Now his days are numbered like a cancer patient (fucking sick) Killing and lacing the weed that I'm lacing I'm fucked off this dragon I'm chasing Yes I'm that fadеd Mixed with this drink that I'm drinking man Fuck is you thinking? (haha) Stuffed you in the trash-bag Stash it in my basеment Next to my ex bitch that I'm blazing She's dead, the body stinking (ugh) Leave her stripped to fuck I swear to god these bitches suck, on my nuts They think that I'm insane, naw I'm fucking nuts (straight up) I get the fucking bust but trust me dawg, it's not enough I'm satisfied by sticking knives and blades in they fucking guts [Hook: Trizz] Bloody trash-bags Stains on the outside (ooh) Buried in the house, never put it outside (hell naw) Smell linger in the air, a nigga sense the worst The reaper lurks Pulling up on niggas riding in the hearse Bloody trash-bags Stains on the outside (ooh) Buried in the house, never put it outside (hell naw) Smell linger in the air, a nigga sense the worst The reaper lurks Pulling up on niggas riding in the hearse [Verse 2: Eddy Baker] Taking what I want, I don't know the meaning of pay for it (no) Revenge is my favorite dish, every day I'm making it (I wanna play) Put him into rinds, taken from my wife for doing freaking lines Bad guy, since the age of five Damn time flies (damn) Never gave a fuck Hitting licks, smoking blunts Roll with the bullies in the school, take a nigga lunch (real shit) Got a knife and the .20 tucked Used to only pack a punch Took yo bitch and yo gold Now I think I'm King Tut (bling) Cops at the door all the time, drove my mother nuts (alright) Got yo ass whacked by the mob for a couple bucks Criminal minded, the crime I'm behind it Gave Trizz the body so the coppers wouldn't find it (yep) Blood in the backset, plus I'm drunk driving Now the popo wanna pull me over, perfect timing (fuck) I hit the brake then the gas Told Trizz to load the mag It's gonna be a long night, we might need some more garbage bags [Hook: Trizz] Bloody trash-bags Stains on the outside (ooh) Buried in the house, never put it outside (hell naw) Smell linger in the air, a nigga sense the worst The reaper lurks Pulling up on niggas riding in the hearse Bloody trash-bags Stains on the outside (ooh) Buried in the house, never put it outside (hell naw) Smell linger in the air, a nigga sense the worst The reaper lurks Pulling up on niggas riding in the hearse Bloody trash-bags Stains on the outside (ooh) Buried in the house, never put it outside (hell naw) Smell linger in the air, a nigga sense the worst The reaper lurks Pulling up on niggas riding in the hearse Bloody trash-bags Stains on the outside (ooh) Buried in the house, never put it outside (hell naw) Smell linger in the air, a nigga sense the worst The reaper lurks Pulling up on niggas riding in the hearse