Bodiez lyrics

[Intro]
Ain't no ones in this, n*gga, this sh*t fifty-ifties, n*gga
This sh*t is a true story

[Chorus]
Uh, late night, bappin' with foenem, ridin' down Lake Shore, talkin' 'bout touchin' a milli'
These n*ggas ain't really on sh*t, foenem bail out blickin' and leave a fat boy brain empty (Rrah-rrah-rrah)
Uh, we steppin' on sh*t in the trenches for real, wanna learn how to kill, get me with me
I got a big heart for them switches for real, but I get off dumpin' the semi (Brr)
Leave a f*ck n*gga brain on the dashboard, uh, skrrt, bah, headshot, he asked for it (Come here)
We ain't really a fan of the internet sh*t, when we catch him in person, tag-toe him
I'm feelin' like Lil Tunechi in '006, Smurk say, "Duffle Bag Boys"
We'll walk his ass back in the crib, "Get the f*ck on the ground, where the f*ck that cash, boy?" (Come here, get down)

[Verse]
I'm knee-deep in the trenches, f*ck n*ggas ain't standin' on business for real
These stupid-ass n*ggas ain't listened, I told 'em I was gon' be rich, then I signed my deal
Now everybody act weird, blood don't mean sh*t, n*ggas still get popped like pills
If I call right now, go score, ridin' with four chops, right now, we the real Navy SEALs
Hundred racks in my bookbag, dolo as f*ck, boy, tweak, I'm itchin' to kill
These n*ggas only tough on social sites, n*ggas don't really be tweakin' with tweakers for real (Gang)
I'm really a tweaker for real, catch an opp out in Bali and throw him off a hill
n*ggas in the 'Raq be f*ck tough, Bloodbathh OT in Bali, f*ckin' thots on a hill (Gang)
We'll leave a n*gga brain in the dirt, gettin' high in the spot, that's just how we live
These tough-ass n*ggas don't really be gangster, these n*ggas be b*tched out, actin' like pigs
This sh*t ain't 'bout nothin' (Nothin'), stackin' up bodies just like John Wick (Bodies, bodies, bodies, bodies)
They know how the f*ck we rockin', bath, bath, bath
[Chorus]
Late night, bappin' with foenem, ridin' down Lake Shore, talkin' 'bout touchin' a milli'
These n*ggas ain't really on sh*t, foenem bail out blickin' and leave a fat boy brain empty (Rrr)
Uh, we steppin' on sh*t in the trenches for real, wanna learn how to kill, get me with me (With me)
I got a big heart for them switches for real, but I get off dumpin' the semi
Leave a f*ck n*gga brain on the dashboard, uh, skrrt, bah, headshot, he asked for it
We ain't really a fan of the internet sh*t, when we catch him in person, tag-toe him
I'm feelin' like Lil Tunechi in '006, Smurk say, "Duffle Bag Boys"
We'll walk his ass back in the crib, "Get the f*ck on the ground, where the f*ck that cash, boy?" (Get the f*ck down)