Body Bags - JayDaYoungan

I been stayin' out the way, I got so much shit on my plate

They been askin', «Where is Jay?»

I think it’s time that I escape

And I know these niggas too fake, and I know that they two-faced

No, I can’t fault them, that shit what happened too fake

I don’t wanna face, so I can relate and this shit crazy, this shit crazy

I got my job, a baby with my baby, she drive me crazy

And this shit crazy as the lean that I’m sippin' got me lazy

And I go through so much pain, that’s the reason that I’m faded

And they want me to stop, want me to flop, want me to quit

And I came up from the block, runnin' from cops in the bricks

And now since I’m on top, what I got, I cherish it

I done seen and did a lot, but I won’t gossip 'bout that shit

They got blood all on that money, blood all on my fingertips

Crazy how fame and the money could broke off relationships

But when you run out of money, that’s when they all disappear

They gon' start actin' funny and talk 'bout you when you ain’t there

Been through this shit before, so I know

They changed on me but that ain’t right, though (That ain’t right, though)

Walked in with every chain, now that’s a light show

Hopped in a foreign just so I could ride slow

Don’t talk to me right now

Tell all you pussy-ass niggas, «Pipe down»

Tell all these goofy-ass bitches, «You a clown»

Tryna ride my wave, fuck around and drown

I’m high as a bitch, I’m all in the clouds

On my way to the top, so I can’t look down

I was broke as a bitch, but look at me now

This shit is a blessing, I came from the ground

Forever I’m silent, I won’t make a sound

If you a fuck nigga, you can’t come around

I remember them days I was sellin' them pounds

I was stuck in the trap tryna get off an ounce

If I’m hungry, I’m puttin' your face to the ground

I gotta go get it, no waitin' around

My time ain’t next, we takin' it now

Can’t run from my problems, I’m facin' 'em now

I told all them bitches, «Stop calling my phone»

I all them niggas, «Bitch, leave me alone»

If he see us pressin', I’m callin' Jerome

They know I go extra, they know what I’m on

Slangin' that metal, my nigga, lil' chrome

You talkin' shit, we aim at your dome

Catch your ass lackin' when you comin' home

Catch your ass lackin' when you comin' home

Body bags for all my opps and all the bodies drop

Body bags for all my opps and all the bodies drop

Body bags for all my opps, we make their hearts stop

Body bags for all my opps, we make their hearts stop

Body bags for all my opps and all the bodies drop

Body bags for all my opps and all the bodies drop

Body bags for all my opps, we make their hearts stop

Body bags for all my opps, we make their hearts stop