Catching Them Bodies

[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