[Chorus]
Bitch like that, but I hope you know
Youngin' on my dope, feel like Juno
I got drugs up in my lungs
The murder was false, but the rest true, though, (what?)
I don't wanna be the one to tell 'em
Chrome metal, both fades on the medal
There's blood on my weapon I can smell it
What's the bond for the case? I'mma pay it
[Verse 1]
Hopping out the back of the El Dorado
DeadBoys pull up, DeadGirls follow
Death in a blunt, [?] in a bottle
Bones spit, now she down to swallow
Bronco, yeah, the older model
Box suites at the ball game
I don't know thе players
But I know the motto
No, I ain't seen; don't try me
Try to comе between, we'll do you bad
Hope your parents ain't still alive
To see their only son get garbage bag'd
[Bridge]
Yeah, garbage bag
See their only son get garbage bag'd
Garbage bag
[Verse 2]
Banging on the trash can
Now he laying in the trash can
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Banging on the trash can
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Bitch like that, but I hope you know
Youngin' on my dope, feel like Juno
I got drugs up in my lungs
The murder was false, but the rest true, though (what)
I don't wanna be the one to tell 'em
Chrome metal, both fades on the medal
There's blood on my weapon I can smell it
What's the bond for the case? I'mma pay it
[Verse 3]
What? 25, that's 2-for-50
Feel like Mr. Allen, yea
Can't go home where the hatred grows
So I guess it's to the alley (What?)
Catchin the bitch, let me grab my list
Every year I make a tally
Pour a cup then I roll a blunt
Bitch, death is all about balance, yeah (SESH)
[Instrumental Outro]
Bitch like that, but I hope you know
Youngin' on my dope, feel like Juno
I got drugs up in my lungs
The murder was false, but the rest true, though, (what?)
I don't wanna be the one to tell 'em
Chrome metal, both fades on the medal
There's blood on my weapon I can smell it
What's the bond for the case? I'mma pay it
[Verse 1]
Hopping out the back of the El Dorado
DeadBoys pull up, DeadGirls follow
Death in a blunt, [?] in a bottle
Bones spit, now she down to swallow
Bronco, yeah, the older model
Box suites at the ball game
I don't know thе players
But I know the motto
No, I ain't seen; don't try me
Try to comе between, we'll do you bad
Hope your parents ain't still alive
To see their only son get garbage bag'd
[Bridge]
Yeah, garbage bag
See their only son get garbage bag'd
Garbage bag
[Verse 2]
Banging on the trash can
Now he laying in the trash can
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Banging on the trash can
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Bitch like that, but I hope you know
Youngin' on my dope, feel like Juno
I got drugs up in my lungs
The murder was false, but the rest true, though (what)
I don't wanna be the one to tell 'em
Chrome metal, both fades on the medal
There's blood on my weapon I can smell it
What's the bond for the case? I'mma pay it
[Verse 3]
What? 25, that's 2-for-50
Feel like Mr. Allen, yea
Can't go home where the hatred grows
So I guess it's to the alley (What?)
Catchin the bitch, let me grab my list
Every year I make a tally
Pour a cup then I roll a blunt
Bitch, death is all about balance, yeah (SESH)
[Instrumental Outro]