Lyrics: Richard Duran/Isaiah Robinson
Music: Richard Duran/Isaiah Robinson
Ricky Remedy, yeah
Yeah, ayy
Ayy
If he hatin' on us, pop another tag
If he hatin' on us, here's a body bag
Body bag, body bag
Full of cash, runnin' bands
If he hatin' on us, pop another tag
If he hatin' on us, here's a body bag
Body bag, body bag (Cartel)
Full of cash, big bands (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
B***h, my chopper got her drunk of some lean (Yeah, yeah
Told Ariana, "B***h, come suck on my peepee
(Suck on my, oh yeah, yeah)
These b*****s lame and when we pop out they act creepy (Oh yeah
B***h, if you don't wanna ****
Then don't greet me (Then don't great)
B***h, leave a b***h in a well (Lil Purpp
I load them hot shells (Shells),
**** my b***h at Taco Bell (Oh yeah, oh yeah, Taco Bell
B***h, my chopper got her drunk of some lea
(Got some- cartel, b***h
Told Ariana, 'B***h, come suck on my peepee (b***h'
I might slime him out but he gon' tell (I might slime him out)
In the trap, I ball and **** a scale (Yeah, cartel, Lil Purpp)
Boarded windows, b***h
I still got clientele (Still got clientele)
So much ice on me, a b***h slipped and fell (I slipped and fell
If he hatin' on us, pop another tag
If he hatin' on us, here's a body bag
Body bag, body bag
Full of cash, runnin' bands
If he hatin' on us, pop another tag
If he hatin' on us, here's a body bag
Body bag, body bag (Cartel)
Full of cash, big bands (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, lil' baby let me **** her
With this chopper (Lil Purpp, brr, brr)
I might rob her boyfriend 'cause that b***h an imposter (Yeah
Glock .23, if I can't catch you,
Kill your father (Cartel, brr, brr)
I'm a trap baby, b***h, I always been a robbe
(Cartel, cartel, robber, robber)
Three times three, pour it up inside a twenty ounce
(Times three, times three)
Three times three, nine strippers in my granny house
(Yeah, my granny house)
Three times three, pour it up inside a twenty ounce (Cartel)
Three times three,
Nine strippers in my granny house (Lil Purpp, cartel)
Do your dance (Yeah), do your dance (Yeah)
How you feel? A b***h feelin' like the man (Yeah, yeah
Make it rain (Yeah), never stop (Yeah, yeah)
She reaching' down on my d**k, then my Glock (Grr
If he hatin' on us, pop another tag
If he hatin' on us, here's a body bag
Body bag, body bag
Full of cash, runnin' bands
If he hatin' on us, pop another tag
If he hatin' on us, here's a body bag
Body bag, body bag
Full of cash, big bands