Body Talk

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Celly Ru] I came in this bitch with hella poles on me, they notice me They gon' tell if I try smokin' him It's brazy in the streets, you know I got my lil' bro with me We flame shit in the streets, but if we in the pen', I'm pokin' him, you hear me? See him on the Eastside and I'm smoking him Stood there and I watched the body drop, blood, it was dope to me I just wanna pop another opp and then go overseas Out here by my lonely, just lil' homies, free the older G's Huh, nigga, I got a big bag Is you a trick? Gettin' paid today and let the bitch have it Told blood that I ain't tryna fight, I just bitch-slapped him Hard time tryna kill that nigga, he was zig-zagging How you let them kill your bruh and ain't let shit happen? We would've threw him in the trunk, but that'd be kidnapping Your brother dead, bitch, and you keep talkin' 'bout a shit baggie Forty-eight hundred for the purse to make the bitch happy She done sent the 30K and threw that shit at me I might go get an AP and have my wrist dancin' Them niggas told and you still hanging with they bitch asses And ain't no comin' back from snitchin', I don't give passes Lil' pussy nigga told and gave the run-around, we run the town Funk with us, you better have a gun around I just threw a couple extra shots because I love the sound Used to love the G-Lock, got an FN, I don't want it now [Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG] I ain't drivin' past and shootin', I'ma run 'em down Hit his midsection with the Glock, he need a stomach now I know the nigga died when he got hit, he made a hummin' sound Used to play the band and tote sticks, but I'm the drummer now Big four-nickel clog his system, he need a plumber now I couldn't shoot a ball when I was small, I got a jumper now Shooting guard when I touch the rock, watch me put forty down Whacked a nigga on my InstaSnap and took the story down I'm in Cali wearing Ballys, me and Celly Ru Popped him in the head and keep shooting until I smell him poo Twenty-eight shots left in the chop, I just dropped seventy-two Hit a nigga up close with a fifty, turn his head to two Ayy, these niggas all liars Burn a nigga up close with the K and start a small fire 22 leave more holes in his body than a dog buyer Try me, you gon' die, 'cause we slidin' like we on bald tires