BODY BAGS 4

[Intro]
Surly

[Chorus]
Swing fists at your fucking bro, left and right
Knocking out at your team, back to back, right at midnight
I'm so sick from all these years, flashbacks getting me so tight
Being careful in my castle, make the mirrors so damn bright

[Verse]
She hop on me, playing some hopscotch
Taking your wife, I give her the hot spot
Still coming here making brand new hot drops
Too many fakes, their face I'ma crop out
We'll make another round, doing so good with the sun around
I can't fuck with the underground
Fuck 'em up, leave the bodies found
Too many numbers, I can't count
Come on, my nigga, I'm not gonna be pissed
But if you mess with my top, it's finna' get lit
What the fuck is your cooking? You burnt out that shit
Do not burn your hands, bitch, you might need some mits'
Black bags on me, finished wars only
Turn it up, we break a house, exploding hearts out to Sony
Punch a mad man, tapped in
You can't bring your crap in
We gon' get to scrapping
Running like you're lapping
Pussy, get your mans, boy
I'm not who you stand, boy
Fuck up out my face, 'fore you'll have to lose this land, boy

[Chorus]
Swing fists at your fucking bro, left and right
Knocking out at your team, back to back, right at midnight
I'm so sick from all these years, flashbacks getting me so tight
Being careful in my castle, make the mirrors so damn bright
Swing fists at your fucking bro, left and right
Knocking out at your team, back to back, right at midnight
I'm so sick from all these years, flashbacks getting me so tight
Being careful in my castle, make the mirrors so damn bright