Catch A Body, Part 2 (feat. yng kiloray)
All the opps shot
Yeah, yeah
Ay, King Jase
Yeah, yeah
Ay, ay
Catching these bodies, you see
Look at me, I'm in the streets
I'm really drilling you see
Look at these bodies that I catch
Man, you know we getting them wet
Yeah, they wanna talk that shit, yeah
Killing my opps, yeah we going back
And we is fuckin' taking em out
Yeah, ay King Jase
I ran up into this place
I kicked the fucking door
And shot all three of 'em, ay
Suzy, and her fucking Dad too
And her momma, dude
Yeah, fools getting six shots
Fuck 'em though
Ay, look at the way that we go into this
Bitches, they know that we catching bodies
Bitch, and we is not giving a shit
No we is not, man look at us
We sitting at the top
Man, you know, the way that we go
Killing it ho
We don't give a fuck
Bitches wanna act so tough
They wanna try us
Yeah, we coming everyday
King Jase, I fucking slay
I'm in this shit, man you know I'm killing it
With my homie Kilo Ray
Yeah, I'm affiliated, ay
He is a TreeTop, man
You wanna fucking cop
You wanna come at this
Cappin' yo ass, yeah
Get the blick
To yo wrist, man you know
We hittin' this shit, killing it everyday
Bitches they know that I fucking slay
Ay
And you know, killing it ho, doing it bro
Not giving a fuck, come at us
Cops wanna knock at my door
And I'm not giving a shit
I'm gonna pull out my strap
Yeah, they getting hit
Getting hit for real, blue and white still
I don't give a fuck
Staying in my room
Staying away from them dude
Holding them hostage too
We don't give a fuck
Hardest in the fucking game
Yeah, we really doing this shit
On our way to fame
We not giving a shit
Bitches they wanna come at us
And they wanna takes our lives bitch
Go ahead and do it
I wanna die for real
Running out of breath
KILO RAY
KILL THE REST OF THIS BRO
Ay, ay
I like to hear myself
Ay, ay
All, oh
All, lol
Lol
Got yo brains on the ceiling
On the flo', boom boom boom
New paper, on estate
I get to chopping on yo body bitch
After I shot yo shit
Come up in yo fucking trap
Like I run this shit, ay
I'm with the blood gang
Pirus
The Damu six
I knock you
I get up and bag you
Sending them bullets, at you
Hollow points, done hit yo bowels
Hollow points coming in, and hitting yo bowels
Now it's just fertilized flowers
Bitch, you ain't shit
Yo team ain't, either
Ima come on like the indians
My niggas got bats, and they
Beamin' in
Uh, nigga I'm going in
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Sup
Fuck that shit
I'm about to get the paper
Flip a brick, and sell it, ship it
Window tinted, at the dealership
Cellophane the shit
Up in there, with those prices, bitch
I'll Peter Pan, the business
Yeah, yeah
Ay, King Jase
Yeah, yeah
Ay, ay
Catching these bodies, you see
Look at me, I'm in the streets
I'm really drilling you see
Look at these bodies that I catch
Man, you know we getting them wet
Yeah, they wanna talk that shit, yeah
Killing my opps, yeah we going back
And we is fuckin' taking em out
Yeah, ay King Jase
I ran up into this place
I kicked the fucking door
And shot all three of 'em, ay
Suzy, and her fucking Dad too
And her momma, dude
Yeah, fools getting six shots
Fuck 'em though
Ay, look at the way that we go into this
Bitches, they know that we catching bodies
Bitch, and we is not giving a shit
No we is not, man look at us
We sitting at the top
Man, you know, the way that we go
Killing it ho
We don't give a fuck
Bitches wanna act so tough
They wanna try us
Yeah, we coming everyday
King Jase, I fucking slay
I'm in this shit, man you know I'm killing it
With my homie Kilo Ray
Yeah, I'm affiliated, ay
He is a TreeTop, man
You wanna fucking cop
You wanna come at this
Cappin' yo ass, yeah
Get the blick
To yo wrist, man you know
We hittin' this shit, killing it everyday
Bitches they know that I fucking slay
Ay
And you know, killing it ho, doing it bro
Not giving a fuck, come at us
Cops wanna knock at my door
And I'm not giving a shit
I'm gonna pull out my strap
Yeah, they getting hit
Getting hit for real, blue and white still
I don't give a fuck
Staying in my room
Staying away from them dude
Holding them hostage too
We don't give a fuck
Hardest in the fucking game
Yeah, we really doing this shit
On our way to fame
We not giving a shit
Bitches they wanna come at us
And they wanna takes our lives bitch
Go ahead and do it
I wanna die for real
Running out of breath
KILO RAY
KILL THE REST OF THIS BRO
Ay, ay
I like to hear myself
Ay, ay
All, oh
All, lol
Lol
Got yo brains on the ceiling
On the flo', boom boom boom
New paper, on estate
I get to chopping on yo body bitch
After I shot yo shit
Come up in yo fucking trap
Like I run this shit, ay
I'm with the blood gang
Pirus
The Damu six
I knock you
I get up and bag you
Sending them bullets, at you
Hollow points, done hit yo bowels
Hollow points coming in, and hitting yo bowels
Now it's just fertilized flowers
Bitch, you ain't shit
Yo team ain't, either
Ima come on like the indians
My niggas got bats, and they
Beamin' in
Uh, nigga I'm going in
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Sup
Fuck that shit
I'm about to get the paper
Flip a brick, and sell it, ship it
Window tinted, at the dealership
Cellophane the shit
Up in there, with those prices, bitch
I'll Peter Pan, the business
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