Body Catchers Lyrics NLE Choppa
(Banger, banger)
Ayy
And we came from nothing
No-no, no-no-no
Ayy, grrr
Yeah-yeah, yeah, oh
(DJ on the beat so it’s a banger)
Told my momma we straight, put the food on her plate (We straight)
So you know that a young *** pavin’ the way (I’m pavin’ the way)
He ain’t talkin’ ’bout money, he talkin’ bout nothin’
You know that a *** on the paper chase (*** ’em)
I was stickin’ up niggas I needed that cash
My mama had told me to change my ways (Grrrr)
That *** was so crazy, my mind was racin’ (Ayy, ayy)
I hit my knees every night and prayed for better days
Goin’ bad broke man, a *** like “Uh-uh” (Uh-uh)
Glock on my lap but the choppa in the trunk (The trunk)
Drippin’ nowdays, I was ridin’ on a bunk (A bunk)
Interrogation room, I was actin’ like a dumb-dumb (A dumb-dumb)
I don’t know ***, I can’t tell you nothin’ (I don’t know ***)
***, I came up off robbin’ and hustlin’
I got them bodies but I can’t discuss it (I can’t discuss it)
And if I see a opp, I’ma *** him in public (I’ma *** ’em)
We are the body catchers (The body catchers, the body catchers)
Yeah
I’ma leave a *** *** layin’ on a stretcher (On a stretcher, on a stretcher)
Yeah, yeah
First row, I was just in the nosebleed, niggas said that they know me (The ***?)
If a *** say that I’m a whole ***, he gon’ have to come show me (Confession)
Got twin Glocks like Zack and Cody (Grrr, grrr, grrr, grrr)
Make ’em lean like Codeine (Grrr, grrr)
I was thirteen, sellin’ all the *** fiends, had to get it by any means (Trap, trap)
I’ma speak my mind but I think about ***
Flip a opposition like a *** was a burger (Yeah, yeah)
How the *** you a street ***? Rats in your circle (Yeah, yeah)
If a *** tell what I did, I’ma have to murk ’em
I’ma decorate a *** casket
How you a shooter, you ain’t got no badges? (No badges)
Momma cryin’ on the scene, tragic
My bullets are present, they’ll leave you in the past, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Told my momma we straight, put the food on her plate (Ayy)
So you know that a young *** pavin’ the way (Yeah, ayy)
He ain’t talkin’ ’bout money, he talkin’ bout nothin’
You know that a *** on the paper chase (Paper chase)
I was stickin’ up niggas I needed that cash
My mama had told me to change my ways (To change my ways)
That *** was so crazy, my mind was racin’ (To change my ways)
I hit my knees every night and prayed for better days (Better days)
Goin’ bad broke man, a *** like “Uh-uh” (Uh-uh)
Glock on my lap but the choppa in the trunk (The trunk)
Drippin’ nowdays, I was ridin’ on a bunk (A bunk)
Interrogation room, I was actin’ like a dumb-dumb (A dumb-dumb)
I don’t know ***, I can’t tell you nothin’ (I don’t know ***)
***, I came up off the robbin’ and hustlin’
I got them bodies but I can’t discuss it (I can’t discuss it)
And if I see a opp, I’ma *** him in public (I’ma *** ’em)
We are the body catchers (Grrr, the body catchers)
Yeah (Yeah)
I’ma leave (I’ma leave), a *** *** layin’ on a stretcher (Grrr, on a stretcher, on a stretcher)
The body catchers, the body catchers
On a stretcher, on a stretcher, yeah
