Bodii Bagg

I heard the suckas wanna kill me, acting like they tryna get up with me

G-know my body cuz, everybody spinning, Speaking bout my potna, get ta, blowen till its empty

And I don't need yo love, G-Lock fogging up my vision

Suckas always claim they gon' spin till we zip em

Attachments aftermarket, hollows rippin through his tissue

Like don't be mad at me cuz what the shottas clapped on T and them

Mad I popped his homie up, I guess we made it easy for em

Everybody claiming they some demons when they know they not

acting like they killed the homie, R.I.P. my cousin Rocc

Bouncin out the load, was tryna hit him with a couple knotts