CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : BODIES
(DJ Swift on the track)
I swear to God I ain't cryin' no more tears, we catchin' bodies
(Tre made this beat)
Wildin', if I tell them boys, then they gon' slide it (Yeah)
We got fifty rounds on the shotty (On that shotty)
You heard me?
I swear to God, you take one of mines, I need three of yours, you heard me?
Let me get that, yeah, ayy, jit hot, cut the fan on
(DJ got the keys jumpin')
'Bout my n***as, no more tears, we want them bodies
And when it's pressure, we gon' stretch you, wе ain't hidin'
Wildin', I make one call, then thеy slidin'
JP, he put fifty rounds on the shotty
I'm a whole different n***a off them jiggas, out my body
If I'm drivin' up, I'm shootin', don't give a f**k, just know I'm 'bout it
Glock spit, I rock out dolo, don't need no posse
Violent, stop it, you n***as ain't even 'bout sh*t
Ayy, free Lil RayRay out that can, he popped his noggin
Feds came and picked him up, he kept it solid
Solid, that boy there, he caught a body
12 ask us questions, I swear he know nothin' 'bout it
I'm a Florida boy for real, I'm totin' on that steel
Ain't no cappin' in them raps, this sh*t I'm sayin' I did for real
I'm sellin' clean and sellin' weed, at 2018, a quarter mil'
I slump you over if I'm sober, it get worser on that pill
Call up Hot and tell him come and cut that fan on
She ain't wanna f**k, I kicked her out, she said I'm dead wrong
Know I keep it pimpin', I ain't trippin', 'cause my bread long
If n***as actin' funny, I drop my money, get his head gone, yeah
I swear to God I ain't cryin' no more tears, we catchin' bodies
(Tre made this beat)
Wildin', if I tell them boys, then they gon' slide it (Yeah)
We got fifty rounds on the shotty (On that shotty)
You heard me?
I swear to God, you take one of mines, I need three of yours, you heard me?
Let me get that, yeah, ayy, jit hot, cut the fan on
(DJ got the keys jumpin')
'Bout my n***as, no more tears, we want them bodies
And when it's pressure, we gon' stretch you, wе ain't hidin'
Wildin', I make one call, then thеy slidin'
JP, he put fifty rounds on the shotty
I'm a whole different n***a off them jiggas, out my body
If I'm drivin' up, I'm shootin', don't give a f**k, just know I'm 'bout it
Glock spit, I rock out dolo, don't need no posse
Violent, stop it, you n***as ain't even 'bout sh*t
Ayy, free Lil RayRay out that can, he popped his noggin
Feds came and picked him up, he kept it solid
Solid, that boy there, he caught a body
12 ask us questions, I swear he know nothin' 'bout it
I'm a Florida boy for real, I'm totin' on that steel
Ain't no cappin' in them raps, this sh*t I'm sayin' I did for real
I'm sellin' clean and sellin' weed, at 2018, a quarter mil'
I slump you over if I'm sober, it get worser on that pill
Call up Hot and tell him come and cut that fan on
She ain't wanna f**k, I kicked her out, she said I'm dead wrong
Know I keep it pimpin', I ain't trippin', 'cause my bread long
If n***as actin' funny, I drop my money, get his head gone, yeah
