Smokin Bodys

[Intro]
Nigga, don't get wacked 'cause you can't get your nigga back, ha
(BricksOnDaBeat)
Ha, ha, ha, that lil' fuck nigga in the sky, he died
Tell that lil' nigga bye
Ha, boy your lil' ass gon' die

[Chorus]
These niggas be faking, lil' Rushhy go ape shit
Pull up and we take shit, my niggas we gunning
.223's in the vacant, y'all niggas be faking shit
My niggas be erasing shit, y'all niggas stop fronting
Big Tito I'm facing, my sauce y'all taking it
Y'all niggas not out here trapping getting no money
Lil Blackie he a bitch, calling out for his mommy
Hit her ass with that Tommy, wrap her ass up like a mommy

[Verse]
Y'all trapped out like Tito, but y'all ain't serving no junkies
Bitch, I'm in the trap shit, Monday through Sunday
And I'm getting this money, lil' nigga, I'm counting these hundreds
She said, "Where you at right now?", lil' bitch, I'm coming
Not fronting, I'm no foreign gay digger
Go tell 'em dig that nigga up, so they can lay you with him
Niggas keep talking crazy, gon' let that K' hit him
They say Rushhy a bitch, but them shooters stay with him
I ain't gotta touch them, I just let my gang kill 'em
Don't be surprized when you see three .30's at you
And don't ask God for mercy when they put them holes in you
'Cause I know you a bitch, I can see the ho in you
Why these niggas come for me?
You gon' catch some slugs, put you six feets
Pussy nigga don't come for me, leave your ass sleep for free, ha

[Outro]
27-11, 2-4-14
Crashing out on these lil' dumb dummies
(BricksOnDaBeat)