Body Shit versuri

Body Shit lyrics by Kappalot feat. Cdotti

She died in there, Juckus X-Y, uh, yeah

We gon’ find out where he stay, and we gon’ hit that fucking lick
That lil’ bitch, she fucking with my vibe, I told her take a pic
Me and gang gon’ find out where he stay, we gon’ hit the lick
That lil’ bitch, she fucking with my vibe, I told her take that pic

Man, she lacking all this shit, she love the way I dick her in
I just hit that bitch, get all my shit, she ain’t no skin-to-skin
What the fuck? I grabbed that pole and then I put that shit right in
Did her down on all that shit, now they streaming how that hit

I called up on that drill, we gotta get him, hit
That nigga’s daddy got stomped in front of his fucking kids
We just hate them niggas so much, they don’t wanna get it in
Me and gang, we step on shit, you know we put that pain right in

SFG, that be my team, and we don’t ever fuck with gits
Me and gang, we in that bitch, and we just holding on that stick
No homo, I just gotta Draco, that bitch just got a dick
Who the fuck you shot at, bro? You missed all of them shits

Me and gang gon’ find out where he stay, we gon’ get him hit
Told that bitch, „You hitting on my dick,” I told her take a pic
Pass that bitch to Chris, ‘cause that he finna body shit
Me and Gary body shit, Jersey knows we solid, shit

Niggas try to steal my flow, but they ass can’t copy it
Eat the fuck off all of us, keep a Smith like Karate Kid
Push him back, that nigga froze, now watch his body twitch
Reconstructed nigga’s face, we told that bitch to remodel it

Tell that nigga drop the low, ‘cause he not really dropping it
Me and gang, niggas see bodies, all them bodies dropping quick
Roll up, gon’ send a song, you know we gotta body it
All these bodies dropping quick, I told that bitch, „Let’s pop some shit.”

I’m just trying to catch a nigga lacking, trying to get him hit
We gon’ wait outside his job until that nigga change his shift
All these niggas hit my phone, and they just trying to compensate
I call up Chris to get him hit, that bitch fled, we gotta skip

Me and Chris, we run that drill, we gon’ take that fucking trip
All these niggas talking shit, SFG, we getting lit
I ain’t never been no bitch, you know that I just body shit
Me and gang, we step on shit, keep a Smith & Wesson, bitch

Man, I run on me and bro, this lethal weapon ‘bout to hit
Beating up that nigga pops, we see his dad, we step on this
Rash shit like a fucking game, I’ll come first and second, bitch

And I really love my bitch, I’m thanking God she heaven-sent
Pushing back that nigga’s shit, that nigga met the reverend
Running up the pinks and blues, we never count deficits
In my last name, I be Irwin, keeping Mac-11, bitch

I bet that 3.7 hit, do this shit with emphasis
You can’t beef with me, you broke, ‘cause your life get ended quick
9-4 and 2-6, we running up through Jeffersons
I feel like Ice Cube, keep my gaps, I’m all about the Benjamins

Uh, yeah, yeah