Bodies and Burners
Laid-back blowing purp and let this OG spit
Way back we pop perks and sip that O.E shit
Rolling gank in them Backwoods half a tank out-of-town push that crack good
What you think I keep that pound tuck cuz that's good
Stop your Bank niggars found with they wig pushed
To the white meat, my pipe heat all beef like I'm cooking out
But I ain't sleep all week, I'm just looking out for sweet thick bitch
Let that save spit Snatch Bricks Plus chips
Even take the scale plus your little baggies soft little faggy
Mark mother fucker on the Block got me Aggie
I parked motherfukers in the plot with they family
I'll even squeeze shots from the Glock at ya granny
And that's when I'm sober niggar No Dozer Nigga
No talk just closure niggar
When the G talk listen play your position
I was school by the streets I don't pay tuition
Pay attention and you'll have stacks like me
I pray my son don't grow up and act like me
Young scrap stay strapped quick to blaze gats
Getting paid off the cracks always laid back
My CD playback while you smoke haystacks you get sprayed at homie
I don't play that, that beef shits played out I'm just trying to eat
But don't get Twisted Niggar ain't shit sweet
6 deep Totten heat that will street sweep
I have you cowards looking bloody like deer meat
My flow is harder than the bottom of your bare feet
My aim sharp like the tip of a bear's teeth
With filth on the beat we tight like briefs
And that's how we going to eat capeesh
Release the Heat, no streets its just bodies
And burners you a beast and I probably would turn them into baby food
I'm a crazy dude raised in the 80s fool
And we Blaze these tools Strays hit ya baby Boo
And you a snitch you probably sing like Sadie do
Plus you a bitch I make you scream like Katie do
Ain't nothing to saving you forget the help you might as well
Cock back and just twist yourself, don't make me call Ish for help
Cuz I'm the I.S.H hey keep that raw shit I ain't gotta stretch yay
I might smoke something squeeze let the tek spray
Fucking with me you won't see ya next day
You'll be in the ER with an x-ray
While I'm with your bitch looking all sexy
On my worst you couldn't see me on your best day
I'm in the streets with the heat like test me watch
Me eat a nigga up like a Nestle, Holla
He wouldn't listen he should have though
You know what the fuck it is
Way back we pop perks and sip that O.E shit
Rolling gank in them Backwoods half a tank out-of-town push that crack good
What you think I keep that pound tuck cuz that's good
Stop your Bank niggars found with they wig pushed
To the white meat, my pipe heat all beef like I'm cooking out
But I ain't sleep all week, I'm just looking out for sweet thick bitch
Let that save spit Snatch Bricks Plus chips
Even take the scale plus your little baggies soft little faggy
Mark mother fucker on the Block got me Aggie
I parked motherfukers in the plot with they family
I'll even squeeze shots from the Glock at ya granny
And that's when I'm sober niggar No Dozer Nigga
No talk just closure niggar
When the G talk listen play your position
I was school by the streets I don't pay tuition
Pay attention and you'll have stacks like me
I pray my son don't grow up and act like me
Young scrap stay strapped quick to blaze gats
Getting paid off the cracks always laid back
My CD playback while you smoke haystacks you get sprayed at homie
I don't play that, that beef shits played out I'm just trying to eat
But don't get Twisted Niggar ain't shit sweet
6 deep Totten heat that will street sweep
I have you cowards looking bloody like deer meat
My flow is harder than the bottom of your bare feet
My aim sharp like the tip of a bear's teeth
With filth on the beat we tight like briefs
And that's how we going to eat capeesh
Release the Heat, no streets its just bodies
And burners you a beast and I probably would turn them into baby food
I'm a crazy dude raised in the 80s fool
And we Blaze these tools Strays hit ya baby Boo
And you a snitch you probably sing like Sadie do
Plus you a bitch I make you scream like Katie do
Ain't nothing to saving you forget the help you might as well
Cock back and just twist yourself, don't make me call Ish for help
Cuz I'm the I.S.H hey keep that raw shit I ain't gotta stretch yay
I might smoke something squeeze let the tek spray
Fucking with me you won't see ya next day
You'll be in the ER with an x-ray
While I'm with your bitch looking all sexy
On my worst you couldn't see me on your best day
I'm in the streets with the heat like test me watch
Me eat a nigga up like a Nestle, Holla
He wouldn't listen he should have though
You know what the fuck it is
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Writer(s): Ratchet Rush
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