Bodies (feat. Zoolybxndz) Video (MV)

Shots come like crunches they get into yo' stomach
Got you walking stiff, with a arch like you got to poop or something
You suddenly got some heart like you with the crew or something
We ain't moved by fronting
We see you weak by the tools you clutching
I'm steady eating, blueberry bullets go through yo muffin
Yeah, I'm getting vulgar, ain't no do with cussing
If I can't get to you then I bet that you lose yo' cousin
I'm looking 'round for my newest feat like my shoes was coming
I'm looking out for the newest crew like the losers coming
And something's brewing out that upper room
It's heaven sent whenever Kidd put out another toon
See you can shoot ya' shot but I am not the moon
Connect or not, illuminate the room
I told my momma yeah I love them books but where's the cabbage, aye
Let that thumper bump, a-rump-bump-bump
I chose the savage way
But if I put it down I just might have a chance to graduate
And every-time I think about my habits then I gravitate
To murder, violence, kill em all
Take my shot, we finna ball
F*ck you, pay me ten a song
And no we cannot get along
Ain't we in a means so nigguh please yo mans up in my bong
Drop down to her knees, she begging please for me to spread her thong
And no this ain't no sing a long
Knock these niggas heads off one by one you shaking in yo drawls
Locking jaws and niggas wire up you take the stand, Allah
Watching over me forgive my sins I know he watching all
Forgive my sins I know he watching all
What I speak ain't no fallacy, gods truth
Don't smoke opps in my blunts cuz they all boof
I'm cold hearted, I throw bombs at the armed troops
My arms loose, I feel alive, times two
My rhymes too, top of the charts, this raw proof
I spit straight, cuts out the mouth like a sharp tooth
You dudes gay, i'm straight and narrow a harpoon
This dog food a get you ate/eight like dog food
We dog fools
Big stepper wit large tools
My pops crimes, got me paying off hard dues
This big stepper faking, he flop in his large shoes
You in a random car with yo' homie like car pulls
Now show me where the money at
Tried to get a loan, now the IRS at ya' home bout to ask you the kids for the money back
You play around a funny act
Clown, you get done for that
Won't stop until my family get they family nem a hundred racks
Come to C.L.E we take yo knees just like the running back
Ian with the team, I'm still on demon, you have fun with that
You know who the man, it's K.I.D
That's another laugh
Once I end the verse I rub my hands like that's another bag, bodies