DEAD BODIES ft. 03 Greedo & BIG30 Lyrics

Spinning back to back no lacking

Anything from Across the tracks get smacked

Which strap should I use F&N or the Mack

Homie dorm in the county all the opps get packed

Kill a nigga cause I'm mad and some more shit

Set a Nigga up when he meet up with my hoe bitch

We ain't getting drunk but we riding around with four fifths

We fire it at you niggas cause you wanted all the smoke bitch

Why you niggas keep dying lying on lying

Everybody know you work with one time

Why you throwing up signs you know you hearing sirens

You can't retaliate with a punch line

You know Cheeto get on chip when it's crunch time

This type of heat a get you lit up in the sunshine

Scoring and we stepping like a nigga gotta touchdown

My lil homie killed a opp and a Nigga gotta bust down

Keep winning we ain't taking no L's

Wet em keep swimming keep taking those shells

If a nigga keep living we pray he don't tell

Gotta stand over a Nigga til a nigga get pale

Dead bodies don't say shit

Dead bodies don't say shit

Dead bodies don't say shit

Dead bodies don't talk

Masked up on every drill they know huncho don't get caught

Got my all black you ain't gone see me when it's dark

I'm out here Sliding an I'm grinding like a nigga Tony hawk

Toting on a drum finna rock out like a star

I ain't gone let a nigga run when I hop up out that car

They know I'll get it done just off the strength Fucc the cost

We the one's putting up shot's we the ones giving losses

Keep shooting i ain't holding no shells

I'm tryna buss his head cause I think he might tell

I'm the reaper if I catch em im gone send his ass to hell

I'm a Real deal sinner bitch binladen ring them bells

Everybody tried to run couldn't make it them niggas dropped

If you ever see my gun just get low I'm finna pop

With the Drummers an CGE bitch don't make us have to chop

Bitch we all strapped up we got switches on the glocks

Keep winning we ain't taking no L's

Wet em keep swimming keep taking those shells

If a nigga keep living we pray he don't tell

Gotta stand over a Nigga til a nigga get pale

Dead bodies don't say shit

Dead bodies don't say shit

Dead bodies don't say shit

With my lawyer I don't say shit My lil nigga like the spray shit

Jump out broad day shit

Doa Murder case shit

Get up close closed casket caught a face lift

Try to run we gone chase him

Three tell um dead bodies can't say shit

Pull up wrong everybody gone say hit

Two taps from the switch he got hit with six

Thirtball with the move quick to pull a homicide

Think about it do you wanna make yo mama cry

Don't fuck with niggas in my hood and fuck the other side

You ain't my nigga if you ain't slide when my cousin died

Dead man can't talk Nigga

I gotta one hundred if lil man get up and walk nigga

Can't run forever you fuck around and got caught nigga

Took um to murder school big thirty really taught niggas

Keep winning we ain't taking no L's

Wet em keep swimming keep taking those shells

If a nigga keep living we pray he don't tell

Gotta stand over a Nigga til a nigga get pale

Dead bodies don't say shit

Dead bodies don't say shit

Dead bodies don't say shit