Yonkers

R-R-R-Rahhh

Body Bag!

Hold Up (hold up)

DJ Infamous

[?] for the technique

Extra B[?] DJ is!

R-R-R-Rahhh

Uh huh

R-R-R-Rahhh

Body Bag!

Infamous

[Verse 1]

I’m driving fast with my eyes closed

Drowning in some liquor, rocking me a blindfold

Own see a nigga, Stevie Wonder, eyes on

Stupid watch, telling how to space time zone

Fuck bitches, make em beat it like a Congo

Hold up 'bout my green like that nigga Rondo

Leo nigga, hold a chopper like a convo

I hold a chopper like a convo

[Verse 2]

I swam sick, saliva

Seen a man chopped up, what’s the problem?

Killing shit, I’m the new Osama

Black presidential, rollie Obama

I’m a young nigga fucking let the world know

Hop in up out of the whip but first I let your girl blow

Suck it slow, purple lean sorrel flow

Yeah

I’m talking purple lean sorrel flow

Ha

Bitch nigga, never [?] one

Just because you got a gun don’t mean you’re hard son

You a cupcake, spot it from a mile away

Load the chopper, make it special like a holiday (heh)

Banger

Banger

Shots, boost his body up like a p[?]

I’m a asshole, anywhere the cash goes

Pulling bitches like a motherfucking r[?]

Never eat em, beat em, leave em with the mouth full

Talking trash, I’m the doc who’ll get your teeth pulled

Like the heat, don’t give a fuck about the bullshit

Fuck the world and a hater, here’s a full clip

Riding around the city, cooling with my hood bitch

And she thicker than Ms Free, who often 106

Man I’m on one, damn a nigga on one

Love the single, brother wishing I was on one

I would’ve killed that, show em when the morgue at

Any nigga, walk over, I’m like the dog mat

And I mean that, yeah a nigga mean that

Still with my five, nigga you ain’t seen that

Nigga, you ain’t seen that

[Outro: Tyler, the Creator and Ace Hood]

Ugh

Body Bag, nigga

Blood, sweat, tears

August 9th, hah

Ha

Hah

(Uh, wolf, Haley )

I think I’m sick in the head

(Uh, golf, wang)

Still seeing dead people