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body bag - gmt lyrics

[chorus]
body bag, body bag
i put the beat in my body bag (right in my body bag)
prayin’ to blow up i can’t relax
im tryna melt y’all like candle wax (right in my body bag)
body bag, body bag
i put the beat in my body bag (right in my body bag)
i’m on the track better mind the gap
might have to ask for that body bag
body bag, body bag
i put the beat in my body bag (right in my body bag)
prayin’ to blow up i can’t relax
i’m tryna melt y’all like candle wax (right in my body bag)
body bag, body bag
i put the beat in my body bag (right in my body bag)
i’m on the track better mind the gap
might have to ask for that body bag

[verse 1]
i put the beat in my body bag (yeah)
shawty lookin at me like a snack
now we both tired i need a nap
wonder where this shit will go (oh)
prayin’ to blow i can’t relax
just needa’ cook up shit that’ll slap
until then i’ll just keep spitting facts
gmt bouta’ unload (oh)
hungry like a cheetah i need a new freezer
get me some ice to go flex on my arm
i’m tryna crack the code like krabby patty
but i know i can’t do it all my own (all on my own)
send me the addy i’m tryna get at it (got it, got it)
i want me a patek that got a big face
‘nother late night got me leaving in haste
i gotta get it there’s no time to waste (nah)
body bag, body bag, shawty bad, holla back
i ain’t a gangster man i’m just a fiend
look at me, f-ck on me i got the recipe
rest in peace x man his music was king (rip)
now all these niggas ain’t saying a thing (rip)
can’t say i’m either i’m just tryna bring
different perspective, a different aesthetic
i got an objective to make people sing
body bag, body bag, all of these niggas mad
can’t wait to blow up, i know it takes time (know it takes time)
even if it doesn’t happen man, i’ll just keep rapping
cause it is a hobby of mine (yeah)
ima keep grinding while i wait in line (yeah)
i know it’s possible, just need a sign
from up above, high like a dove
don’t show me love, i don’t give a f-ck

[verse 2]
shifty nifty motherf-cker (f-cker)
really shiesty under cover (cover)
hit it quickly then i’m duckin’ (what?)
she be like what’s up with you (yeah)
scary terry my mercedes (yeah)
won’t catch me rocking the latest (yeah)
furthest thing from being famous (huh)
but still i got dreams of a coupe
jump out the roof, like how you do
split it in two, no power tool
time to make moves, hung up like a noose
is you with me or is it just a ruse?
my raps acid nigga, i got the juice
stuck in the loading screen like ps2
need to give of a man my cl-ss some room
back in the day used to b-mp mf doom
rhymes are like dimes
mountains to climb
i’m not divine, more undefined
nikes on my feet, cypher complete
rip to a legend, it’s hard to compete
boy take a seat, you really ain’t deep
in a position to think on my feet
sharp like a cleat, keep it discreet
gold mine mind of a mind, i won’t let you sweep (nah)
body bag, call me back, stop tripping, let me rap
i’m an attorney presentin’ my case
i gotta go in, i’m rollin’ my shoulder
while b-mpin’ to uzi can i get an aye
men nowadays swear they really be fake (yeah, yeah)
women be worse cause they really be snakes (yeah, yeah)
just like tay k nigga, i gotta race (yeah)
just like tay k nigga, i gotta race

- gmt lyrics

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