3 bodies
conway the machine
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 had to cut my nigga off
she seen the rollie and your broad choose
i'm just paintin' pictures
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 tryin' to explain to you i'm different
i was raised a little different
catch me on droppin' 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
there's money on my mind and it's bodies on my pistol
he still ridin' with his blick though
he pull up and let his clip go
and you know how this shit go
youngin got bodies on his gun
and he lookin' for some more
and he 'bout to make it four
you pussy niggas keep on playin'
til i pull up with them 50 shots and keep on sprayin'
i'm the illest with the shit
that's what they keep on sayin'
plug keep sendin' that box
then i'ma keep on weighin'
you niggas still catchin' cases
you niggas got robbed again
you niggas keep on bitchin'
my trigger finger keep on itchin'
you can't fuck with me or mystic
they squeeze off blickers
gotta re more like 3 more fishes
i've been independent but
homie i'm conductin' lyor business
shout out my b-more niggas
(y'all niggas better enjoy this shit
there's money on my mind and it's bodies on my pistol
he still ridin' with his blick though
he pull up and let his clip go
and you know how this shit go
youngin got bodies on his gun
and he lookin' for some more
and he 'bout to make it four