CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : BODIES
What you gonna do when it's feast or famine
f**k a label now the artist got a sleep advantage
I ain't even sellin' music all I see is addicts
I'm just a grand live bout to OD on Xanax
All you need to succeed is some measly antics
I'm doing me can't you see I don't need theatrics
Got a team full of G's and we wreak of havoc
My life's a rated R movie every scene is graphic
Took a fork in the road imma ride right thru' it
This is drive by music put the nine right to ya
I'm connected on the block like a Wi-Fi router
Fat boy shawty said I'm like a life sized Buddha
I'm the goat you don't got a choice to respect me
Thе voice of the century I'm pointin' thе semi
I'm destroying your headpiece
Pull your cap off like I'm enjoyin' a Pepsi
My whole team crooked and we got his team cookin'
Better check into my city or get all your sh*t tookin'
Extendo on the clip all we got is big bullets
When I pull it you can feel it thru the recoil cushion
I can sneeze on a beat and I swear they go platinum
They saying that to do sh*t that really won't happen
All these silly old rappers the money goes back b*t*h
I'm bout to catch a body on video camera
That's Merk!
All I see's a bunch of dead bodies
I'm walking through the city like a zombie
f**k'em all b*t*h I ain't saying sorry
There's blood stains all over my shotty
If you wanna start some sh*t its on I'm popping
All you see is bullets flying bodies dropping
Maybe I'm just crazy and I f**king lost it
But I keep stackin' these bodies
Got a nine millimeter for a n***a that be tryna be me like a motherf**king punk
They be claimin' they got a lot of gas when they fixin' a flat when they pop in the trunk
c*ck and a pump with a red dot
Put it in the middle of your head like a shaolin monk
Its that time of the month stick a b*t*h up like a tampon
All i want is money and the blunt
The competition is non existent
Weather you a Christian or a five percenter
Its doesn't matter, the way they splatter
Is similar to droppin' the head of a cabbage
High distance, but when it happens
Your family is covered in body fragments
They don't even need to go and buy the casket
And while I'm in the back I'm high laughing
Known felon that'll hold a grudge
Like un brothers in storm weather
This long barrow can hold a sparrow
Your bone marrow got a hole there
Bigger than the ozone layer
This heat will change your breathing pattern
While I'm at your gathering your mausoleum's full of fecal matter
McVay!
If you wanna start some sh*t its on I'm popping
All you see is bullets flying bodies dropping
Maybe I'm just crazy and I f**king lost it
But I keep stackin these bodies
One body, two bodies, three bodies, four bodies
We stack them mother f**kers up
Five bodies, six bodies, seven bodies, eight bodies
We wrap them mother f**kers up
Imma leave a damn blood bath in the city
Like the ghost of Butch Cassidy in me
Did a drive by on rap caviar cause, I got a new semi with the pandemic stimmy
Imma touch'em with the lead, tuck'em in the bed, f**k it imma buck'em in the leg
Stumble and he dead, put him in the puddles full of red
Do him like Lil Uzi and put money on his head
You know its on when you heard the scream
Of Oliver Stone the murder scene, they wanna sit on the throne
I sit alone like a Bernie meme, f**k a phone let the burner ring (you can't hurt the king)
I'm telling rappers, my lyrics got too many chapters
I'm really active, my city got too many factors
You Milli Vanilli actors get your sacroiliac
Push to the front of your body now your really backwards
When he packed the, mini mac is, danger, own shooter like the Lakers at Minneapolis
Throwin' bullets like I'm Rivers up in Indianapolis
Covid-19 crazy I'm really bat sh*t
All I see's a bunch of dead bodies
I'm walking through the city like a zombie
f**k'em all b*t*h I ain't saying sorry
There's blood stains all over my shotty
If you wanna start some sh*t its on I'm popping
All you see is bullets flying bodies dropping
Maybe I'm just crazy and I f**king lost it
But I keep stackin' these bodies
f**k a label now the artist got a sleep advantage
I ain't even sellin' music all I see is addicts
I'm just a grand live bout to OD on Xanax
All you need to succeed is some measly antics
I'm doing me can't you see I don't need theatrics
Got a team full of G's and we wreak of havoc
My life's a rated R movie every scene is graphic
Took a fork in the road imma ride right thru' it
This is drive by music put the nine right to ya
I'm connected on the block like a Wi-Fi router
Fat boy shawty said I'm like a life sized Buddha
I'm the goat you don't got a choice to respect me
Thе voice of the century I'm pointin' thе semi
I'm destroying your headpiece
Pull your cap off like I'm enjoyin' a Pepsi
My whole team crooked and we got his team cookin'
Better check into my city or get all your sh*t tookin'
Extendo on the clip all we got is big bullets
When I pull it you can feel it thru the recoil cushion
I can sneeze on a beat and I swear they go platinum
They saying that to do sh*t that really won't happen
All these silly old rappers the money goes back b*t*h
I'm bout to catch a body on video camera
That's Merk!
All I see's a bunch of dead bodies
I'm walking through the city like a zombie
f**k'em all b*t*h I ain't saying sorry
There's blood stains all over my shotty
If you wanna start some sh*t its on I'm popping
All you see is bullets flying bodies dropping
Maybe I'm just crazy and I f**king lost it
But I keep stackin' these bodies
Got a nine millimeter for a n***a that be tryna be me like a motherf**king punk
They be claimin' they got a lot of gas when they fixin' a flat when they pop in the trunk
c*ck and a pump with a red dot
Put it in the middle of your head like a shaolin monk
Its that time of the month stick a b*t*h up like a tampon
All i want is money and the blunt
The competition is non existent
Weather you a Christian or a five percenter
Its doesn't matter, the way they splatter
Is similar to droppin' the head of a cabbage
High distance, but when it happens
Your family is covered in body fragments
They don't even need to go and buy the casket
And while I'm in the back I'm high laughing
Known felon that'll hold a grudge
Like un brothers in storm weather
This long barrow can hold a sparrow
Your bone marrow got a hole there
Bigger than the ozone layer
This heat will change your breathing pattern
While I'm at your gathering your mausoleum's full of fecal matter
McVay!
If you wanna start some sh*t its on I'm popping
All you see is bullets flying bodies dropping
Maybe I'm just crazy and I f**king lost it
But I keep stackin these bodies
One body, two bodies, three bodies, four bodies
We stack them mother f**kers up
Five bodies, six bodies, seven bodies, eight bodies
We wrap them mother f**kers up
Imma leave a damn blood bath in the city
Like the ghost of Butch Cassidy in me
Did a drive by on rap caviar cause, I got a new semi with the pandemic stimmy
Imma touch'em with the lead, tuck'em in the bed, f**k it imma buck'em in the leg
Stumble and he dead, put him in the puddles full of red
Do him like Lil Uzi and put money on his head
You know its on when you heard the scream
Of Oliver Stone the murder scene, they wanna sit on the throne
I sit alone like a Bernie meme, f**k a phone let the burner ring (you can't hurt the king)
I'm telling rappers, my lyrics got too many chapters
I'm really active, my city got too many factors
You Milli Vanilli actors get your sacroiliac
Push to the front of your body now your really backwards
When he packed the, mini mac is, danger, own shooter like the Lakers at Minneapolis
Throwin' bullets like I'm Rivers up in Indianapolis
Covid-19 crazy I'm really bat sh*t
All I see's a bunch of dead bodies
I'm walking through the city like a zombie
f**k'em all b*t*h I ain't saying sorry
There's blood stains all over my shotty
If you wanna start some sh*t its on I'm popping
All you see is bullets flying bodies dropping
Maybe I'm just crazy and I f**king lost it
But I keep stackin' these bodies
