Body Count lyrics

[Intro]
(Trap, you made that sh*t?)

[Chorus]
Yeah, f*ck you talkin' 'bout?
We can meet wherever you want and we can spark it out
Uh, n*gga, tell me, what's body count?
You shot him with your eyes closed, don't think that body count
Uh, yeah, walk his dumb ass down
It's a thirty or better on me whenever I'm walkin' 'round
Yeah, b*tch, and you can't talk me down
We gon' cut his tongue out, it ain't no talkin' now

[Verse]
Uh, yeah, my whole gang get wild
b*tch, I feel like Flocka Flame, I love them chopper sounds
Throw a bullet, catch a shot
Fell in love with headshots
Now I got diamonds in my watch
Try to run, you better not
I'm the man, mm-mm-mm
Don't pop Xans, mm-mm-mm
I got bands, mm-mm-mm
Do my dance, mm-mm-mm
Can't catch him, we get his mans
You know Slick got her out hеr pants
Hollow tips and hollow tips
'Cause you don't wanna go band for band (n*gga)
[Chorus]
Yeah, f*ck you talkin' 'bout?
We can meet whеrever you want and we can spark it out
Uh, n*gga, tell me, what's body count?
You shot him with your eyes closed, don't think that body count
Uh, yeah, walk his dumb ass down
It's a thirty or better on me whenever I'm walkin' 'round
Yeah, b*tch, and you can't talk me down
We gon' cut his tongue out, it ain't no talkin' now