[Skit]. [Snorts cocaine]. Nigga (yeah)  nigga you know. I don't fuck with them niggas. Them niggas pussy. Sucka ass niggas. I don't like either one (I don't even like 'em). But the other night I'm in the gambling spot. Nigga come up in here - boom - hit the door. "Get the fuck on the floor bitch get down on the floor. "I turn around like "what? " Niggas like. "get down! " (When was this?) I'm like "nigga. I got on white linen. ". [Intro]. Fuck it I mean we gotta kill what we eat right?. It's not a problem it's really not a problem. Southside. [Verse 1]. Okay the dope addin' up the coke addin' up. The smoke addin' up my pockets are fattened up. I got bitches in my bedroom nerds on computers. Diamonds 'round my neck straps for my shooters. I made it look ma' I made it. I grind so hard to get here I can't be faded. I got lawyers on the line five different kinds. Five different crimes same. 45. Got a plan to turn to premise see a nigga ain't lyin'. Cause they ain't gon' say I did it. and I ain't gon' say I did it. And I might go back and forth to court. better bet I get acquitted. Can you dig it? Nigga can you dig it?. Shit changed a nigga ain't broke. I had a safe size as a shoe box it felt like a vault. Now I got real money that "fuck how you feel" money. That "nigga you look at me wrong get killed" money. [Hook]. You gon' be part of my body bag ritual. Hop out hammer out to get at you. You gon' be part of my body bag ritual. 45 lettin' off some shit at you. You gon' be put in a body bag. You won't get a chance to fire back. [Verse 2]. I peep my swag in the mirror I think I got a crush on me. I don't want no wack bitches touchin' me. Tailor-made threads satin sheets on my bed. Get a bitch sea-sick waves all on my head. Diamonds in my ear Baccarat chandelier. Gabbana underwear I'm so fly it ain't fair. Every day a different dime piece. Rose Gold a different time piece. Hublot Ap or rollie. Your bitch and your jeweler know me homie. I'm bulletproof go 'head take a shot at me. You be a dead nigga like the last one that got at me. My shirt level three so I ain't got a vest on. My heart like ice my chest like teflon. I'm a nightmare right here just me and my knife nigga. Don't let me find out you ain't 'bout that life nigga. It's doomsday I mean goon day. I get the orders like "air out the room Dre". [Gun shots]. [Hook]. You gon' be part of my body bag ritual. Hop out hammer out to get at you. You gon' be part of my body bag ritual. 45 lettin' off some shit at you. You gon' be put in a body bag. You won't get a chance to fire back. [Verse 3]. The mollies had a shorty ass trippin'. strippin' in my kitchen. Push my thumb in her ass while I was strokin' her kitten. I be in my own zone still clutchin' the chrome. Talk state of the art [?]. My passport need pages. I'm fuckin' round' out in London. Jetlag from jets wrist lit baguettes. Trippin' in my charm look bitch I'm a don. So shit go how I say it go fuck if I'm right or wrong. My paper long bomb kush in the bong. It feels like I'm dreamin' cause a nigga on. I'm so far from a hammy down I'm out in Miami now. My bitch no speak no ingles she fresh off the boat. She give me neck what you expect?. I got connects for the dope. I'm no joke blow 30k on the coke stuff ten in the coat. Nigga front I'll have a hand full of dreadlocks. Bitch I hit your ass with a headshot. [Hook]. You gon' be part of my body bag ritual. Hop out hammer out to get at you. You gon' be part of my body bag ritual. 45 lettin' off some shit at you. You gon' be put in a body bag. You won't get a chance to fire back