Body Bags G15 Official

[Produced by Metro Boomin]

[Hook x2]
I'm peepin' through your window
Took out all your kinfolk
Now I'm fucking coming
To put you in a body bag

[Verse 1]
Young Metro didn't trust you, hell I shouldn't have either
Skip straight into the shooting, better pray I don't see you
Fuck a desert, but I'mma make you fly like an eagle
Splatter your brain stem, die like seagull
I'm coming through you're lobby
Two guards get shot simultaneously and nobody can stop me
Bodies fall as they pulling out Uzis to shoot me
The only shooting gonna be done is through the cameras like a movie
Kicking through like I'm Bruce Lee, giving you fuckers loose knees
They see me kill, they see me kill
They got snipers aiming right to the windowsill
So when I come up the elevator
I'm going to hell sooner or later
But I'm not stopping until I get my target
My battle experience has made hardened
I dive down the hallway, the shot missed
I make another break and then the shot hit
I'm not bleeding but the man down the hall
Federal badge and all, just came back from the mall
Oh shit, friendly fire; I make my way up the staircase
Sneaking up to the 45th floor, I see a man's face
They cooking bass when they see me peepin' through
Motherfuckers will run when they seeing you
So I pull out my pistol, shots through the window nine times
The lab explodes, kills a couple, air in the poison cyanide
Hit another container and now the shit is going through the house
Put on a gas mask, find another guy, put a gun into his mouth
Bullet exits the chamber, passes through the back
And into the bathroom where another fed blew his sack
Feds cooking drugs? Oh shit the irony
The same crooked motherfuckers try to bring everyone down besides me
I break down the door and out right to the outside
I see the slimy motherfucker, I wanna shoot out his eyes
And just when he turn around, I look around and see
Twelve cold motherfuckers with pistols and carbines