Lyrics

[Verse 1] If I press on the TEC the nigga gonna bleed from the neck I don't wanna talk no more, bitch give me head Speeding in that German in Paris with a bad bitch Givenchy, Givenchy, Givenchy, always on my fly shit I walk with my stick I'm disabled I don't trust a soul, look what Cain did to Able These niggas not loyal, ungrateful Two fucking bricks into bags on the table Big .45 and a MAC-10, niggas getting slapped for acting I told you before my niggas are raw Pull up in foreigns, not Honda Accords Pull out the four, beef out the door Christopher Kane, need I say more? Maison Margiela, my bitch in Dior Talking Giuseppes, I bought the whole store Took a twenty on a brick, fuck that, hold a ten, I ain't peddling shit I've got four .45's all mine, no lie, you can ask my nigga Stigz I've got two bad bitches that do what I say and they don't ask shit My younger caught a body bout a week ago, now his nickname [?] In my palm there's a spliff, it's going down nigga no lift Four pounds split a nigga's wig, slow it down nigga you get my drift? [Hook] My niggas them niggas on ends that be catching them bodies She's pretty as fuck but my nigga she ain't got the body My nigga co-d with the MAC and the shotty Most definitely evidently I'm catching the body My niggas them niggas on ends that be catching them bodies She's pretty as fuck but my nigga she ain't got the body My nigga co-d with the MAC and the shotty Most definitely evidently I'm catching the body [Verse 2] Fuck around, catch a painful death Head shot put his brain to rest Snap Capone armed and dangerous When the Uzi sprays that's a major mess I'm counting up money and I'm counting up bodies Loading the nine and I'm packing the shotty I'm slapping it twice then I'm dropping the body Shoot instant on sight, missing nobody Light skin bitch and she's a straight freak All my niggas Dreamchasers, we don't know Meek I left my ex bitch for my new bitch Monique Bitch I'm Snap Capone you don't know me My niggas them niggas on ends that be catching them M's I cannot fuck with a bitch if she don't own a Benz Zee with a gun, that's a body or at least an attempt Spray a hundred rounds, boom-boom-boom you and your friends Fuck around that ain't wisdom, this MAC is my phone ringtone Neck, chest, shot and chin bone, get a nigga sliced like Kimbo I'm with that white girl no bimbo, dancing on a white, no disco Trap, trap, trap, no missed calls, whip all black, tinted windows [Hook] My niggas them niggas on ends that be catching them bodies She's pretty as fuck but my nigga she ain't got the body My nigga co-d with the MAC and the shotty Most definitely evidently I'm catching the body My niggas them niggas on ends that be catching them bodies She's pretty as fuck but my nigga she ain't got the body My nigga co-d with the MAC and the shotty Most definitely evidently I'm catching the body