3 Bodies

[Intro]

Yeah, Conway, bitch

Machine, bitch, Griselda, bitch

Statik Selektah

You know what's up nigga

Tec, what up my nigga

[Verse 1]

Look, one call, papi sendin' 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 paintin' 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 tryin' to explain to you I'm different

Uhh, I was raised a little different

Catch me on (?) droppin' Franklins on KITH 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

[Chorus]

There's money on my mind and it's bodies on my pistol

Youngin on parole, he still ridin' 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 lookin' for some more

Yeah, 3 bodies on his gun, nigga

And he 'bout to make it four, yeah, yeah yeah

[Verse 2]

Look, 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'

I'ma keep on cookin', I'ma keep on whippin'

You niggas still catchin' cases, niggas keep on snitchin'

Damn, you niggas got robbed again, you niggas keep on bitchin'

Need another body, my trigger finger keep on itchin'

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 conductin' Lyor business

Listen close, shout out my B-more niggas, nigga

(Y'all niggas better enjoy this shit, nigga

More Steroids, nigga.. haha)

[Chorus]

There's money on my mind and it's bodies on my pistol

Youngin on parole, he still ridin' 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 lookin' for some more

Yeah, 3 bodies on his gun, nigga

And he 'bout to make it four, yeah, yeah yeah