[Intro: Juice WRLD & Future]
My bros catching body bags
Yeah, yeah, um, ah
Wheezy outta here

[Chorus]
Let's go, where the fuck the molly at?
Woah, time to catch a body bag
My bros down to catch a body bag
My bros down to catch a body bag
Woah, where the fuck the molly at?
Oh, time to catch a body bag
My bros down to catch a body bag
My bros down to catch a body bag

[Verse]
Uh, keep it in the stash box
My bros known to make them Glocks pop
My bros known to keep the blocks hot
My bros known to ring the gun shots, grrah
Man down, hospital bed, he done, ah
Repeat, did the same shit, huh, next week, huh
Turn the party to a track meet, yeah
Who the tough guy now? It's me
Who the tough guy now? It's me
You ain't know I had my thang with me
You ain't know I was known to let it bang on the scene
Now you bleed, bleed, bleed
Now it's rest in peace, peace, peace
Got yo' bitch, I might hit it
Fuck it, if it smell like water I'ma lick it
Fuck it, if she cook good, I might cuff her
That's not your bitch no more, she with me, now you sucker
Drugs in my body I feel great
Choppa on deck, if it's beef
We can make steak
Drugs in my body I feel great
Stomach full of lean, lookin' like I already ate
Drugs in my body I feel great
If he come between me and my money, I'ma go, uh, ayy
Drugs in my body I feel great
Drugs in my body I feel great
Drugs in my body I feel great
Pockets fat as fuck, in better shape
Bad bitch, she wanna fuck today
I just got some perkys, as it go, as it go, yeah
I just got some perkys, as it go, as it go, yeah
Please proceed with caution
I run with them gangstas
Please proceed with caution
I run with them gangstas
Please proceed with caution
I run with them monsters
I run with them dahmars, yeah
A bunch of shooters, just like Mario Chalmers
Ballin', yeah, you know, goin' super hard
I pull yo' bitch, I pull yo' bitch just like a card
You run up on me, .40 tear yo' ass apart
I'm high as fuck, yeah, I be walkin' through the stars
Remember Xan bars, now I'm doin' Percs
I took two blues, yeah, I'm putin' the work
I'm off sixty right now
I'm off sixty, bad bitch got my name tattoed all over her titties
I get it in, yeah, I hit it
Then I dismiss it, I may kiss it
Fuck it, if it's clean I may hit it
Fuck it, if it smell like water I may lick it
Get yo' stacks up, get yo' racks up
Get yo' thrax up, smokin' Backwoods, 5 gram wood
Dunk on that bitch like Michael Jordan, NBA Jam
I'm on top, I'm on top of the ladder
I got that shit from hard work, I'm not a scammer
I don't got time for the feds, turn off the cameras
I don't got time for the feds, turn off the cameras
I don't got time for 12
Shotgun right in the trunk, that bitch hold like twelve
You fuck with me? I let it go, send you to Hell
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I may see you there
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get high as hell
Yeah, yeah, my problems disappear
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Uh, you thought yo' girl like boys
Only has she been gay
She just ate my girl out yesterday
I got the best head in the world yesterday
From a white bitch from the Bay
Goin' on our gang