Hide the Body lyrics

[Intro: Sample]
“Go by them slow”
*Gunshots*
“Ah! Oh, sh*t”
“Oh my God!”

[Intro: Conway]
Brrt
Yeah
Uh

[Conway]
Pop him in the Bando then hide the body (Huh)
Took police a whole month to find the body (Hahahaha)

[Benny]
We the mobsters so I’ma die a Gotti
G Wagon, I embody, skyscraper law with acquired lobby

[Conway]
I drive the Masi' (voom), got the blicky on my hip as well (Cap)
Get hit with shells, I’m that n*gga and your b*tch can tell (She know)

[Benny]
It’s water whipped then my clique can tell (They know that)
Dope boys hit my cell, sat on the paper so long, it’s getting stale, uh
[Conway]
Jue Lan Club eating lobster, fried rice
Chicken satay, peanut sauce, watches got ice
Blood bottles got spikes

[Benny]
Young riders got life

[Conway]
Slung product, high price

[Benny]
Drug violence, Glock fights
Plus n*ggas I used to run with is rich
From making bricks do frontflips, then ate off the strips, that I funded, uh

[Conway]
n*ggas I used to pump with
n*gga I used to go to free lunch with turned into a killer, he’ll leave you slumped quick
I keep my pistol on me plotting to shoot
Same 40 belows I seen Pac rocking in Juice (Haah)

[Benny]
Tucked the 30-shot I got for a deuce (Only a deuce)
It was a dread, he put a pick in your head, but you’re not from The Roots (Nuh-uh)
I’m the best, the sh*t I dropped was the proof (TT3)
Wes and Con walked me to the door, I turned up when I got in the loot
[Conway]
I push the button, drop the top on the Coupe
I came a long way from trap kitchen whipping tryna lock up a deuce (Skrr, whip up)

[Benny]
You know I’m good out in Yonkers with Louch (With Louch)
Bullets don’t got no names on them, trust me, they’re confident too

[Conway]
Yeah, even in prison, all the opps get it too
I send a kite behind the wall and get him shot for a soup (Wooo)
Knot so big, keep busting the rubber bands off (Uh)
Hustle grams off, I can't call another man boss (Nuh-uh)
Own properties, I don’t got no f*cking landlord (Facts)
Put her in Gucci, I told her take them f*cking Vans off, b*tch (Hahahaha!)

[Benny]
Gun in hand, I’m dumping like Duh Duh Man, y’all (Doot doot)
Turn your back on a thief or you cut his hands off
No bank account (uhuh), dirty money in the crib washed
My resume with the plug about 300 bands long
The Butcher, n*gga

[Outro]
“Griselda”
“Griselda”
“Griselda”