3 Bodies

(álbum: More Steroids - 2017)

Yeah, Conway, bitch
Machine, bitch
Griselda, bitch, Statik Selektah
You know what's up nigga
Tec, what up my nigga

Look, one call, papi sending off load
Trey pound with the long nose, send you niggas to the crossroads
I used to whip the raw upon my aunt stove
Remember I don't know how to whip it, I lost O's
Them bodies in the hood, my niggas caught those
I had to cut my nigga off, I heard my dog told, whoa
She seen the Rollie and your broad choose
I back this MAC out, you niggas all froze (they pussy)
I'm just painting pictures, niggas ain't as vivid
Kept it gangsta, now they wanna jump in my lane and switch it
Aim the stainless Smith and Wesson at your cranium and lift it
I'm just trying to explain to you I'm different
Uhh, I was raised a little different
Catch me on [?] dropping Franklins on [?] shit
I got a box and I'ma off it in a week
Lately it's been kind of hard for me to sleep, 'cause it's

There's money on my mind and it's bodies on my pistol
Youngin on parole, he still riding with his blick though
I just get a word, he pull up and let his clip go
Griselda in this bitch, and you know how this shit go
Youngin got bodies on his gun, nigga
And he looking for some more
Yeah, 3 bodies on his gun, nigga
And he 'bout to make it four, yeah, yeah yeah

Look, you pussy niggas keep on playing
Til I pull up with them 50 shots and keep on spraying
I'm the illest with the shit, that's what they keep on saying
Plug keep sending that box, then I'ma keep on weighing
I'ma keep on cooking, I'ma keep on whipping
You niggas still catching cases, niggas keep on snitching
Damn, you niggas got robbed again, you niggas keep on bitching
Need another body, my trigger finger keep on itching
Look, Griselda, nigga, we more different
Machine, bitch, he more gifted, you can't fuck with me or mystic
Westside Gunn, I green light, they squeeze off blickers
Gotta re more like 3 more fishes
I've been independent but, homie I'm conducting Lyor business
Listen close, shout out my B-more niggas, nigga
(Y'all niggas better enjoy this shit, nigga
More Steroids, nigga... haha)

There's money on my mind and it's bodies on my pistol
Youngin on parole, he still riding with his blick though
I just get a word, he pull up and let his clip go
Griselda in this bitch, and you know how this shit go
Youngin got bodies on his gun, nigga
And he looking for some more
Yeah, 3 bodies on his gun, nigga
And he 'bout to make it four, yeah, yeah yeah