Body Bag Ben - Lovers and Killers lyrics

[Intro] Woo That fly beautiful sh*t, man Know what I'm saying? Watch me, duke, watch me 805 sh*t Bust it [Verse 1] Dead at birth, yo, life's a death sentence Huh, sh*t's trife, you hear the strife inside the sentences Three strikes, you caught a life sentence Now it's cornbread in the boom-boom room, see, that's a life lesson Ain't no Bruh-Man, no Axel Foley The MAC a fully, blew his back outside the house party Ha, see, the kid don't play Keep the blade tucked in the brown suede Monеy and brown bags a lighter shade Word, just bein' honеst Can't lose a step, they tryna throw bucks across his chest like Giannis Two for twenty, now we being modest The work stamped and polished Getting my knob polished It's god knowledge Leak the bu*ter on the grilled mollusk Single swing left his grill demolished Run up one thing You want respect, you hold your head high at the guillotine Put your neck between, sever everything extra clean Fifteen shots, now we can't stay together like Al Green Did 'em dirty like Bishop did Steel and Raheem Like Birdie with the razor, son, flip on a fiend This child's play, peace to my G's, y'all out your league [Chorus] This for the movers and the dealers The lovers and the killers The long nights and the cold winters Ha, born sinner, can't get more realer Pour out some liquor for brothers who ain't around with us This for the movers and the dealers The lovers and the killers The long nights and the cold winters Ha, born sinner, can't get more realer Pour out some liquor for brothers who ain't around with us [Verse 2] They throwing stones, but they hide their hands Got stone hands like Durán Body up your mans Money up the plans Blood on the bands, signs a close impact Hit the soft spot under his chinstrap, blew his sh*t back His grandma gave him that chain, he want his sh*t back But I wanna spend red money, click-clack, so come up with that Squeaky wheel get the most attention Huh, here for the win, fu*k they honorable mentions Yo, not to mention, if you pro-life, tuck the rod tight Duck the police Muck up the waters, these su*kers prototypes Defend the old god, but they ain't tryna hear 'em Won't get blamed for your death like Dame Dash did Hype WIlliams This sh*t intentional He brought a knife to a gunfight, that's unconventional Now he a vegetable, his words illegible Fry your circuitry Getting meatball surgery More than perjury Clap it out to Mercury, uh But lamp on the lay-low They want the meat and potatoes The Draco twisting up they halo He ain't reach his full potential like he Buck or Tony Yayo fu*k you, but have a nice day though Bye [Chorus] This for the movers and the dealers The lovers and the killers The long nights and the cold winters Ha, born sinner, can't get more realer Pour out some liquor for brothers who ain't around with us This for the movers and the dealers The lovers and the killers The long nights and the cold winters Ha, born sinner, can't get more realer Pour out some liquor for brothers who ain't around with us [Outro] Body Bag