Bags And Bodies
Sus Lyrics

I want you to get this fuck where he breathes
I want you to kill this man

I want you to find this nancy boy, Eliot Ness
I want you to find and kill this man, like the famous lawman Eliot Ness

I want him dead!
I want him to be killed

I want his family dead!
I want his entire family to be killed

I want his house burnt to the ground!
I want his house to be destroyed by fire

I wanna go there in the middle of the night and wanna piss on his ashes!
I want to go to the site of his destroyed home, and urinate on his remains

I was 16 with the Dual-SIM, trappin' not schoolin'
When I was 16, I was selling drugs instead of attending school, equipped with a phone that can hold two SIM cards

I can't name an establishment that I never broke the rules in
I can't remember any place I've been where I didn't break the law

Knife him when his group feel my samurai tucked
I will attack him with a concealed samurai sword when he and his group least expect it

We put samurais in guts, still they glamorise us
We are violent criminals who use samurai swords as weapons, yet some people still see us as glamorous

We cause pain in their prayers
We bring suffering to our enemies' lives, even in their moments of prayer or spirituality

See, this gangster lifе's fucked
The lifestyle of a criminal and gangster is dysfunctional and negative

I see a friend turn pagan, turn snitch, little bitch
I watched a friend turn to the other side and become a disloyal informer

I'm just happy that he switched, or he would've bite us
I'm glad that my friend turned informant, otherwise he could have betrayed us

I see snakes in the grass, I make sure that mine's cut
I am cautious of treacherous people close to me and cut them out of my life

I get brain then I leave, I leave a bitch mind fucked
I engage in sexual activity without committing or caring about the other person's feelings

Must've thought we was a thing, baby, this was just a fling
The person I had sexual relations with may have believed they were in an intimate relationship, but it was only a casual encounter for me

When we left your boy in stitches, couldn't hold my laughter in
After we hilariously injured someone, I couldn't contain my amusement

Pour a litre, make a track, I call that mix and masterin'
I create music while drinking alcohol, which I refer to as mixing and mastering

Chop a nigga like a ninja, you can call me Master Ying
I am skilled at killing people, similar to a ninja, and go by the name Master Ying

If SY get him first, then I ching him after him
If someone else injures my target first, I will still attack and injure them myself

All I knew was rock and dirt, now it's music and marketing
I used to only know a life of violence and crime, but now I am involved in the music industry and business marketing

All I knew was DIY, now I do the targetin'
I used to rely on myself for everything, but now I delegate tasks and focus on hitting specific targets

Put on Blade Brown when I'm choppin' up Bobby
I listen to the rapper Blade Brown while I cut and package drugs

Call me Blade Black, call my album Bags and Bodies
I associate myself with Blade Brown, and my album is titled Bags and Bodies, since I prioritize money and violence

My brown blade's my job, my black blade is my hobby
I use a brown blade for my work of drug dealing and violence, and a black blade for my leisure of indulging in violence

Wanted payback, so I get it back in blood with the dotty or semi
I seek revenge, using firearms such as a shotgun or a semi-automatic weapon

Flip a penny, want your head if you run your tail
I will seek violent retribution if anyone opposes me

Slime hit you with the shell if you slow like snail
My associates will shoot you with a shotgun if you move too slowly

Slime hit him with the slug and sent a nigga hell
My associates shot and killed someone with a deadly bullet

Fuckin' hell, they gave my blooda 21 years in jail
My friend was sentenced to 21 years in prison

Shit was gettin' intense, I was buckin' old friends
My criminal activities became more extreme, and I cut ties with old acquaintances

I'm tryna leave them in tents, 'cah murder is the intent
I am attempting to leave my enemies in a state of fear, because my ultimate goal is to kill them

Money is the motive and the bando be the workplace
I deal drugs to make money, and abandoned buildings are where I conduct my business

Judas is my workmate, for six nights he worked late
I am working with a disloyal informant, who betrayed me for six straight nights

Druggin' for the Queen's face he took for a birthday
He sold drugs to someone on behalf of the Queen as a birthday present

His brodie passed away and it hit me in the worst way
I was affected deeply when my associate died

Had me sittin' in the cell, fantasising mad tings
While I was in jail, I thought about violent and criminal acts

Then I bust my case, I put my dreams into action
I was released from jail and immediately resumed my criminal activities

Make a nigga sleep the same place that I saw him standin'
I killed someone at the same location where I saw them previously

It's like my dreams came true when I saw the blanket
I felt fulfilled and satisfied when I saw my victim wrapped in a blanket, which signified my successful completion of the violent act

We put tents in their block like they're going campin'
My associates and I intimidated the people in a certain location by setting up tents in their area

Verified the target
I confirmed the identity of my intended victim

When it's murder, no misunderstandin'
When it comes to murder, there is no room for miscommunication

AG be the mandem
My associates and I are a group or gang known as AG

Fuck the Queens, we the Kings of Camden
We reject the authority and power of the Queen, and instead see ourselves as the dominant force and rulers of the Camden area

Everybody's rappin' like they're bangin', they ain't seen a killin'
Many rappers brag about being violent and involved in crime, but they have never actually taken someone's life

'Cause that nigga awkward
That person is inferior or strange

He ain't drillin', he a fuckin' villain
He is not actually violent or involved in criminal activity, he is just pretending to be

Lookin' at the script, why ain't he feelin' what I'm fuckin' feelin'?
When I see the lyrics someone else wrote, I don't understand why they don't share my violent and criminal desires

"Why ain't you angry as I am?"
I'm questioning someone else's lack of anger or motivation for violence and crime

"Huh?"
The second person is confused by my question

"That's what I wanna know. If man fuckin' bussed shots at you and I know about it, it's fuckin' mad,"
I am emphasizing that it is insane and outrageous that someone can be shot at and not feel the desire for revenge that I do

"Bruv, you got-"
The second person starts to reply, but is interrupted

"I'm ridin' out immediately. Why don't you fuckin' care?"
I am implying that I am willing to violently retaliate, and am frustrated with the person's lack of action

Ay free Armed Response, my fuckin' bludda
I hope my friend Armed Response is released from jail

You get me? Keep your head up my guy
Do you understand what I am saying? Stay strong, my friend

Free all the AGBs, fuck the opps
I want all AG associates to be freed from jail, and wish bad things on our enemies or opposition

Free the opps so they can fuckin' drop
I wish for our enemies to be released from jail so that we can kill them

Gang shit
This is all part of the violent and criminal lifestyle of a gang member