ATC Apollo & ATC Erebus - Body Bags & Benzos

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Apollo, Right
Lover boy like Drake
And my best friend's my draco
Got my bitches out in provinces
Sipping on prosecco
You ask relax
Low tax on my mental
From the rooftops we ride
Body bags and benzoes
Body bags and benzoes(woo)
Body bags and benzoes
Grab the keys to the Benz
All blacked out rims
With the blacked-out tints
I got a gun and I take my time
When I'm rolling up with a deathblow
This girl of mine she a gemini
She asks and the rest is donezoes
Busboy with the rags
Now I'm on my way to riches
Gotta' bust down on the wrist
Gotta' keep it on with stitches
I be rackin' up the zeros
Turn that wish list to a checklist
Three star pallet
Only fuck with cultured bitches
This life is mine
Mine for the takin
I don't roll the dice (roll the dice)
I'm always hittin' aces
Takin' percies for the craving
I don't need your hand for fuckin' saving
It's do or die in this life we live in
I wick a bitch who cross my vision
Body bags and benzoes
Body bags and benzoes
(Ay)
Body bags and benzoes
We keep 'em in the Benz yo
These percies fucking up my mental
Hand me the drugs and I can't say no
Ride around with no halo
Shut up if you can't keep tempo
Takin' lives cause satan said so
God I'm such a fucking a-hole
Move back to my city
Where they thought I was a joke
Burned them all down
When they ask who want
The fucking smoke
I pull up to the show
With a cape just like I robbed the store
Bodied that hater last night
Now he ain't sing no more
Traps and McKnight they go together
Like my fucking clothes
Loui extra v on a check
Yeah that's a Virgil tag (Virgil)
I carry that rag from the crib
Flip to a fucking RAF
I'm surfin' on his wave cap
Like this shits a fucking raft
This draco getting hungry (ooh)
You best not make him mad
Bullets get to eating
Plate a rats is what he'll fucking have
These hollow tips they cut like butter
Chop your shit in fuckin half
I start an LLC
Gang members all the fucking staff
Lover boy like Drake
And my best friend's my draco
Got my bitches out in provinces
Sippin' on prosecco
You ask relax
Low tax on my mental
From the rooftops we ride
Body bags and benzoes
Body bags and benzoes (woo)
Body bags and benzoes
Grab the keys to the Benz
All blacked out rims
With the blacked-out tints
I got a gun and I take my time
When I'm rolling up
With a deathblow (boom)
This girl of mine she a gemini
She asks and the rest is donezoes
Body bags and benzoes
Body bags and benzoes
Grab the keys to the Benz
All blacked out rims
With the blacked-out tints
I got a gun and I take my time
When I'm rolling up
With a deathblow (boom)
This girl of mine she a gemini
She asks and the rest is donezoes

Written by:
Mateo Ortiz, Riley Melgoza

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