CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Hide The Body
[Sample]
“Go by them slow”
*gunshots*
“Oh, Shit”
[Conway]
Brrt
Yeah
Uh
[Conway]
Pop him in the Bando then hide the body
Took police a whole month to find the body
[Benny]
We the mobsters so I'ma die a Gotti
G Wagon, I embody, skyscraper law with acquired lobby
[Conway]
I drive the Mazi, got the blicky on my hip as well
Get hit with shells, I'm that nigga and your bitch can tell (she know)
[Benny]
It's water whipped then my clique can tell
Dope boys hit my cell, sat on the paper so long, it's getting stale
[Conway]
Jue Lan Club eating lobster, fried rice
Chicken satay, peanut sauce, watches got ice
Blood bottles got spikes
[Benny]
Young riders got life
[Conway]
Slung product, high price
[Benny]
Drug violence, Glock fights
Plus niggas I used to run with is rich
From making bricks do frontflips then ate off the strips that I funded
[Conway]
Niggas I used to pump with
Nigga I used to go to free lunch with turned into a killer, he'll leave you slumped quick
I keep my pistol on me plotting to shoot
Same 40 belows I seen Pac rocking in Juice
[Benny]
Tucked the 30-shot I got for a deuce
It was a dread, he put a pick in your head, but you're not from The Roots
I'm the best, the shit I dropped was the proof (TT3)
Wes and Con walked me to the door, I turned up when I got in the loot
[Conway]
I push the button, drop the top of the Coupe
I came a long way from trap kitchen whipping trying to lock up a deuce
[Benny]
You know I'm good out in Yonkers with Louch
Bullets don't got no names on them, trust me, they're confident too
[Conway]
Yeah, even in prison, all the opps get it too
I send a kite behind the wall and get him shot for a soup
Knot so big, keep busting the rubber bands off
Hustle gram czar, I can't call another man boss
Own properties, I don't got no f*cking landlord
Put her in Gucci, I told her take them f*cking Vans off, bitch
[Benny]
Gun in hand, I'm dumping like Duh Duh Duh Man, y'all
Turn your back on a thief or you cut his hands off
No bank account, dirty money in the crib washed
My resume with the plug about 300 bands long
The Butcher, nigga
“Griselda”
“Griselda”
“Griselda”
“Go by them slow”
*gunshots*
“Oh, Shit”
[Conway]
Brrt
Yeah
Uh
[Conway]
Pop him in the Bando then hide the body
Took police a whole month to find the body
[Benny]
We the mobsters so I'ma die a Gotti
G Wagon, I embody, skyscraper law with acquired lobby
[Conway]
I drive the Mazi, got the blicky on my hip as well
Get hit with shells, I'm that nigga and your bitch can tell (she know)
[Benny]
It's water whipped then my clique can tell
Dope boys hit my cell, sat on the paper so long, it's getting stale
[Conway]
Jue Lan Club eating lobster, fried rice
Chicken satay, peanut sauce, watches got ice
Blood bottles got spikes
[Benny]
Young riders got life
[Conway]
Slung product, high price
[Benny]
Drug violence, Glock fights
Plus niggas I used to run with is rich
From making bricks do frontflips then ate off the strips that I funded
[Conway]
Niggas I used to pump with
Nigga I used to go to free lunch with turned into a killer, he'll leave you slumped quick
I keep my pistol on me plotting to shoot
Same 40 belows I seen Pac rocking in Juice
[Benny]
Tucked the 30-shot I got for a deuce
It was a dread, he put a pick in your head, but you're not from The Roots
I'm the best, the shit I dropped was the proof (TT3)
Wes and Con walked me to the door, I turned up when I got in the loot
[Conway]
I push the button, drop the top of the Coupe
I came a long way from trap kitchen whipping trying to lock up a deuce
[Benny]
You know I'm good out in Yonkers with Louch
Bullets don't got no names on them, trust me, they're confident too
[Conway]
Yeah, even in prison, all the opps get it too
I send a kite behind the wall and get him shot for a soup
Knot so big, keep busting the rubber bands off
Hustle gram czar, I can't call another man boss
Own properties, I don't got no f*cking landlord
Put her in Gucci, I told her take them f*cking Vans off, bitch
[Benny]
Gun in hand, I'm dumping like Duh Duh Duh Man, y'all
Turn your back on a thief or you cut his hands off
No bank account, dirty money in the crib washed
My resume with the plug about 300 bands long
The Butcher, nigga
“Griselda”
“Griselda”
“Griselda”
