Body Catchers (Explicit)

Body Catchers (Explicit) - NLE Choppa

Lyrics by：Bryson Potts/Darrell Jackson

G**g

Ayy

And we came from nothing

No no

No no no

Ayy

Grr

Yeah yeah

DJ on the beat so it's a banger

Told my mama we straight

Put the food on her plate

So you know that a

Young n***a pavin' the way

He ain't talkin' 'bout money

He talkin' about nothin'

You know that a n***a

On the paper chase

I was stickin' up n***as

I needed that cash

My mama had told me

To change my ways

That s**t was so crazy

My mind was racin'

I hit my knees every night

And prayed for better days

Goin' bad broke

Run a n***a like ohhhh

Glock on my lap but the choppa

In the trunk

Drippin' nowdays

I was ridin' on a bunk

Interrogation room

I was actin' like a dumb dumb

I don't know s**t

I can't tell you nothin'

B***h I came up off

Robbin' and hustlin'

I got them bodies but

I can't discuss it

And if I see a opp

I'ma kill him in public

We are the body catchers

The body catchers

The body catchers

I'ma leave

A f**k n***a layin'

On a stretcher

On a stretcher

Yeah

Yeah

First row

I was just in the nosebleed

N***as said that they know me

If a n***a say that I'm a whole b***h

He gon' have to come show me

Got twin Glocks like Zack and Cody

Make 'em lean like codeine

I was thirteen

Sellin' all the d**e fiends

Had to get it by any means

I'ma speak my mind

But I think about murder

Flip a opposition like a n***a

Was a burger

How the f**k you a street n***a

Rats in your circle

If a n***a tell what I did

I'ma have to murk 'em

I'ma decorate a n***a casket

How you a shooter

You ain't got no badges

Mama cryin' on the scene

Tragic

My bullets are present

They'll leave you

Told my mama we straight

Put the food on her plate

So you know that

A young n***a pavin' the way

He ain't talkin' 'bout money

He talkin' about nothin'

You know that a n***a on the paper chase

I was stickin' up n***as I needed that cash

My mama had told me to change my ways

That s**t was so crazy

My mind was racin'

I hit my knees every night

And prayed for better days

Goin' bad broke man run a n***a like

Uh uh

Glock on my lap but

The choppa in the trunk

Drippin' nowdays

I was ridin' on a bunk

Interrogation room

I was actin' like a dumb dumb

I don't know s**t

I can't tell you nothin'

B***h I came up off the robbin'

And hustlin'

I got them bodies but

I can't discuss it

And if I see a opp

I'ma kill him in public

We are the body catchers

Grrr the body catchers

Yeah

I'ma leave

I'ma leave

A f**k n***a layin' on a stretcher

Grr

On a stretcher

A stretcher

The body catchers

The body catchers

On a stretcher

On a stretcher

Ayy