Intro:
Bro, how did we get here, I feel like all this shit has been fake since the start, that’s fine, just let the bodybags fall, y’all are just Judases, guess I’m Jesus Christ, hah, I’m Jesus
Verse 1:
Young stick, always talkin bout dick, though everyone’s gay but him, snapchats with cum, says he’s long and wide all I see is slim
Being shady, every girl’s his baby, but actually, no bitch wants to be with a pussy, thats just the truth man, I’m sorry, no I’m not, fucking hate you
You mad, cause you can’t feel, just pop another pill, let it fucking kill, isn’t that the only thing you do, smoke another JUUL, maybe its in school, you’re so fucking cool, but the real thing’s your dull, I’m a Ragin Bull, call me Niro, I never tried to be a hero, you can sleep on a Bed of Ice, I’m fuckin Sub-Zero. I’m fucking unstable, trying to make me normal with some jumper cables, my body’s on the dining table, you faggots live in a fable, thinking you’re the King, bow down kiss the ring, have to be 24 Karats to step in the ring with me, wait I can’t hit bitches, I’m vicious with my words, I’m burning bridges, right around Christmas, you can’t rape the missus, but the truth is y’all twisted the story, now it’s just my time for glory
Hook 1: Let the bodybags fall, I don’t like you dude, I could beat you too, who the fuck coming around here acting oh so cool, Mr. Racetrack, I already dug your grave, better not misbehave, no referrals for you, who the fuck are you, enter your bodybag, it’s fucking long over-due (yeah)
Verse 2:
And are we talking bout the cuban guy, but Tuscan Isle is on the other side, gonna say I bought shoes from him that one time, school shooter but Massacre was not a crime, 50 for Air time, call me broke, ODs on coke, thats his future, take your mask off, we ain’t amigos, I’m the cool kid, look at your ego, used to call you friend but never real, did I reveal too much, fuck that, you asked for it, now you getting your consequences,too scared to mention you’re english lessons, oh shit there’s too much tension, but hence the direction I’m going for, you four, better becareful, I don’t do threats, I just won’t sweat for you fucks, I know you need protection, Trojan won’t cut it, y’all are the faggots, controversy is just another one of my features, I’m DemiGod, Percy on the fucking bleachers, bitch no one can stop me I’m a car full speed for collision, y’all didn’t do this, it was my decision
Im really fucking pissed, doberman on the hit, but the thing is your critique don’t mean shit
Hook 2:
Let the bodybags fall from the fucking sky, is that really you or are you high, the bodybag for you has been there since the first time, SFD Cubanito turns into a chivo, but he won’t admit cause he sold his soul to this kid, who’s just another kid with some daddy issues, just enter your bodybag and die today (today, today)
Verse 3:
Really bro 30 dollars for a fucking verse that wasn’t even good, sorry but no dawg you could have done better, beat so trash I couldn’t handle, maybe my fault, this isn’t an assualt like the other ones but this shit was not new just went back to default. Anyways moving forward, y’all just fucking switched as soon as the cops came, this ain’t about fame, that’s why I said no names. My mistake was hiding that weed for you, you never did shit like that for you, why I got all the deeds, I tried to re-cooperate, but it just became hate, and to reinstate a fake friend, it’s like a dead end, I know your daddy issues don’t mean your mom’s the issue, anorexic, from Bolivia to Texas with cocaine, used to be a model, but I’m a skeptic, I’m just best with a mic, started this shit with a bike, crashed a car, got expelled, and got a job all in the spam of a year, that shit feel so fucking weird, and I knew the only way to continue was to let go of you fucking queers, so now we’re here, yeah, now we’re here, the bodybags have fallen this will be my year
Outro:
Yeah, yea, yea, yea, the bodybags have fallen, this is just the start, you can kiss the fucking ring, the Godfather is hehdhd
