Bodies - HoodRich Pablo Juan, Lil Dude

Sensei, I be doing karate

Money like I was illuminati

I’ll come get the back end, just send the deposit

Bad little bitch, I just bought her a Bally

They let me in with the strap in the party

My young niggas, they be going retarded

Glock with the 30, I keep me a Carbon

Ride with the stick and already got bodies

Chop up the work, I divide it

Rich nigga trap out the Mazi

Fly as a bitch, I’m the pilot

If that’s your hoe, well, I’m inside it

Money only thing that get me excited

Beat up the pot, Mike Tyson

They with the shooters, already got bodies

Omertà, killers really move in silence

Adding up math, cooking up science

I’m trapping all day, I don’t know she was grinding

They know I’m Black 'cause these African diamonds

Fuck all that fighting, get slapped with that iron

Trapping them bags and selling those dimes

Pablo the plug, I can give you a fine

That rollie let me know that money is time

Bought her an ass and some titties, she was fine

Pour up that raw Hitech, I don’t drink wine

One shot, turn a nigga to a stop sign

Hot boy, I got bodies on my Glock nine

Walk around with a chopper like a Rottweiler

Like I’m in L.A., one button by my collar

shoot before you

Smoke a nigga, call me Bob Marley

Chop up the body and put in the foreign

Sensei, I be doing karate

Money like I was illuminati

I’ll come get the back end, just send the deposit

Bad little bitch, I just bought her a Bally

They let me in with the strap in the party

My young niggas, they be going retarded

Glock with the 30, I keep me a Carbon

Ride with the stick and already got bodies

Chop up the work, I divide it

Rich nigga trap out the Mazi

Fly as a bitch, I’m the pilot

If that’s your hoe, well, I’m inside it

Money only thing that get me excited

Beat up the pot, Mike Tyson

They with the shooters, already got bodies

Omertà, killers really move in silence

Fuck up his blunt when I spray with that iron

I just spent a bag and I ain’t never shop online

Shooting shit up, posted up on the front line

You’re a pussy nigga if you don’t shoot for your kind

Fuck niggas ain’t one of my kind

I know one on the block put in the time

High school, young niggas serving at lunch lines

I got a junkie, he’ll snake you for one line

niggas getting shot over punchlines

Trapping the shot in the summertime

It’s a MONY set, I’ma tell your ass one time

Posted with dirty sticks, ducking one time

Hung around junkies, they beating like Drumline

Hundred niggas throwing gang signs

Nigga want beef, must’ve lost his mind

We shoot up the party and everybody fall in line

Sensei, I be doing karate

Money like I was illuminati

I’ll come get the back end, just send the deposit

Bad little bitch, I just bought her a Bally

They let me in with the strap in the party

My young niggas, they be going retarded

Glock with the 30, I keep me a Carbon

Ride with the stick and already got bodies

Chop up the work, I divide it

Rich nigga trap out the Mazi

Fly as a bitch, I’m the pilot

If that’s your hoe, well, I’m inside it

Money only thing that get me excited

Beat up the pot, Mike Tyson

They with the shooters, already got bodies

Omertà, killers really move in silence