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Body Catchers

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(Banger, banger)
Ayy
And we came from nothing
No, no, no, no, no, hey (Brr)
Yeah-yeah, yeah, oh (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)

Told my mama we straight, put the food on her plate
So you know that a young nigga pavin' the way
He ain't talkin' 'bout money, he talkin' 'bout nothin'
You know that a nigga on the paper chase (Fuck 'em)
I was stickin' up niggas, I needed that cash
My mama had told me to change my ways (Grr)
That shit was so crazy, my mind was racin'
I hit my knees every night and prayed for better days
Goin' bad broke, man, a nigga like, "Uh-uh" (Uh-uh)
Glock on my lap, but the chopper in the trunk (The trunk)
Drippin' nowadays, I was ridin' on a bunk (On a bunk)
Interrogation room, I was actin' like a dumb-dumb (A dumb-dumb)
I don't know shit, I can't tell you nothin' (I don't know shit)
Bitch, I came up off robbin' and hustlin'
I got them bodies, but I can't discuss it
And if I see an opp, I'ma kill him in public (I'ma kill him)

We are the body catchers, yeah (The body catchers, the body catchers)
I'ma leave a fuck nigga layin' on a stretcher (On a stretcher, on a stretcher) , yeah, yeah

First row, I was just in the nosebleeds, niggas say they didn't know me (The fuck?)
If a nigga say that I'm a ho or a bitch, he gon' have to come show me (Come test me)
Got twin Glocks like Zack and Cody, make 'em lean like codeine
I was thirteen, sellin' all the dope fiends, had to get it by any means (Trap, trap)
I'ma speak my mind, but I think about murder
Go flip an opposition like a nigga was a burger (Yeah, yeah)
How the fuck you a street nigga, rats in your circle? (Yeah, yeah)
If a nigga tell what I did, I'ma have to murk him
I'ma decorate a nigga casket
How you a shooter, you ain't got no badges? (You a bitch)
Mama cryin' on the scene, tragic
My bullets a present, they'll leave you in the past tense

Told my mama we straight, put the food on her plate
So you know that a young nigga pavin' the way
He ain't talkin' 'bout money, he talkin' 'bout nothin'
You know that a nigga on the paper chase
I was stickin' up niggas, I needed that cash
My mama had told me to change my ways
That shit was so crazy, my mind was racin'
I hit my knees every night and prayed for better days
Goin' bad broke, man, a nigga like, "Uh-uh" (Uh-uh)
Glock on my lap, but the chopper in the trunk (The trunk)
Drippin' nowadays, I was ridin' on a bunk (On a bunk)
Interrogation room, I was actin' like a dumb-dumb (A dumb-dumb)
I don't know shit, I can't tell you nothin' (I don't know shit)
Bitch, I came up off robbin' and hustlin'
I got them bodies, but I can't discuss it
And if I see an opp, I'ma kill him in public (I'ma kill him)

We are the body catchers, yeah (The body catchers)
I'ma leave a fuck nigga layin' on a stretcher (On a stretcher, stretcher)

The body catchers, the body catchers
On a stretcher, on a stretcher, ayy

Compositores: Darrel L Jackson (Chop Squad Dj), Bryson Lashun Potts (Nle Choppa)
ECAD: Obra #31458744

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