Homicide in the air, put on a red flag Shoot him in the head, put him in a bodybag One shot kill, put him in a bodybag Zip! Lift 'em, now he in a bodybag Put him in a bodybag, he in a bodybag Zip! Lift 'em, now he in a bodybag
(Wooh da Kid) Homicide in the air smell like a graveyard Six n-ggas extinct for tryna play hard Red pitbull tough with the lockjaw Bullets maneater so we call him Carnivore You know it's rude love to the OG's shoffy (Sooo Wooo!) Blood love to my Brem n-ggas like Jaffy I be like piano keys They be like, "what's that?" First the white Sheet Then come the Bodybag Coroners ride next, it's a long ride he died real quick, and he died with his pride No pain No itch Put him in a black bag ZIP!
Homicide in the air, put on a red flag Shoot him in the head, put him in a bodybag One shot kill, put him in a bodybag Zip! Lift 'em, now he in a bodybag Put him in a bodybag, he in a bodybag Zip! Lift 'em, now he in a bodybag
westpoint shawty man Waka Flocka Flame, mane (Waka) Oh shit, what the f-ck?! This n-gga wanna buck? Pistol-whip this f-ck n-gga till his eye bust Make the paramedics rush Matter-fact DOA I'm that guy, I'm that man, I'm the crazy n-gga with the Kay It's goin down Shoot his up - ZIP! Now he in a bodybag, police hit the scene, zip em - don't say shit! They gone ask you: What happened? Who got shot? Who done fired shots? Reply back: I ain't see jack shit! I ain't sayin' shit! I ain't no snitch, matter-fact it was Waka Flocka, ZIP! Dumb n-gga (stupid) I told you Don't snitch on Waka Flocka Soo Woo Read more at http://slack-time.com/music-video-9757-wooh-da-kid-body-bag