Hide the Body

[Intro: Sample] “Go by them slow” *Gunshots* “Ah! Oh, shit” “Oh my God!” [Intro: Conway] Brrt Yeah Uh [Conway] Pop him in the Bando then hide the body (Huh) Took police a whole month to find the body (Hahahaha) [Benny] We the mobsters so I’ma die a Gotti G Wagon, I embody, skyscraper law with acquired lobby [Conway] I drive the Masi' (voom), got the blicky on my hip as well (Cap) Get hit with shells, I’m that nigga and your bitch can tell (She know) [Benny] It’s water whipped then my clique can tell (They know that) Dope boys hit my cell, sat on the paper so long, it’s getting stale, uh [Conway] Jue Lan Club eating lobster, fried rice Chicken satay, peanut sauce, watches got ice Blood bottles got spikes [Benny] Young riders got life [Conway] Slung product, high price [Benny] Drug violence, Glock fights Plus niggas I used to run with is rich From making bricks do frontflips, then ate off the strips, that I funded, uh [Conway] Niggas I used to pump with Nigga I used to go to free lunch with turned into a killer, he’ll leave you slumped quick I keep my pistol on me plotting to shoot Same 40 belows I seen Pac rocking in Juice (Haah) [Benny] Tucked the 30-shot I got for a deuce (Only a deuce) It was a dread, he put a pick in your head, but you’re not from The Roots (Nuh-uh) I’m the best, the shit I dropped was the proof (TT3) Wes and Con walked me to the door, I turned up when I got in the loot [Conway] I push the button, drop the top on the Coupe I came a long way from trap kitchen whipping tryna lock up a deuce (Skrr, whip up) [Benny] You know I’m good out in Yonkers with Louch (With Louch) Bullets don’t got no names on them, trust me, they’re confident too [Conway] Yeah, even in prison, all the opps get it too I send a kite behind the wall and get him shot for a soup (Wooo) Knot so big, keep busting the rubber bands off (Uh) Hustle grams off, I can't call another man boss (Nuh-uh) Own properties, I don’t got no fucking landlord (Facts) Put her in Gucci, I told her take them fucking Vans off, bitch (Hahahaha!) [Benny] Gun in hand, I’m dumping like Duh Duh Man, y’all (Doot doot) Turn your back on a thief or you cut his hands off No bank account (uhuh), dirty money in the crib washed My resume with the plug about 300 bands long The Butcher, nigga [Outro] “Griselda” “Griselda” “Griselda”