Bags (Explicit) - $UICIDEBOY$/Scott Arceneaux Jr/Aristos Petrou

Iced out lights out

B**ch I be that frozen shogun

Chosen cause I overthrow 'em

Told 'em that I'm ocean flowing

Sliced up night scout

Coming to bring up that christ doubt

F**k a slogan

B**ch you broken by a f**king golden omen

B**ch I be that low key prince mononoke

Ho please

Bury me but keep my f**king trophies

Hit the ground with both knees

Slice my belly open

I'm a skeleton with gold teeth

No sleep

Eyes wide open until I'll blinded by the rising sun and when

It f**king sets I won't be waiting on no motherf**king rising son

F**k your god I'll burn him on the cross

Burning buddha until my eyes are crossed

Money by the f**king bag

Chronic by the f**king bag

Bodies by the f**king bag

Burn it all it's all I have

Money by the f**king bag

Chronic by the f**king bag

Bodies by the f**king bag

Burn it all

I be popping some mercedes xans

Carry my b**ches in body bags

Uicideboy with a 59 rag

Cock it back once and the semi goes blat

Cock it back twice and the semi goes blat

Point I'm trying to make is the semi won't jam

Got a couple b**ches that I call just to get head

One of them is probably your girl

Tell her to suck it no f**king

I nut on her bucket then send her right back in your world

Depressed be the set

The grave be my hood

Misunderstood but f**k it I'm cool

Crawling through my city riding real slow

It's that yung miyazaki

B**ch I'm feasting on a ho

Got a tag up on my toe

With some gold around my throat

Dreaming hiroshima Nagasaki

B**ch I got to go

I say b**ch I got to go

I say b**ch I got to go