CONTINUE

[Intro: Yung Skayda & Karm The Tool]

(Bodies hit the floor— Bodies hit the floor—)

(Flo-flo-flo— Bodies hit the floor— Bodies hit the floor—)

(Bodies hit the floor— Bodies hit the floor—)

(Flo-flo-flo— Bodies hit the floor— Bodies hit the floor—)

Get the check [?] somebodies hit

(Bodies hit the floor— Bodies hit the floor—)

[?] on my lip, got Cuban ‘round my neck

(Flo-flo-flo— Bodies hit the floor— Bodies hit the floor—)

My bro [?] somebodies chest

(Bodies hit the floor— Bodies hit the floor—)

He'll commit suicide if he ain’t over being dеpressed

(Flo-flo-flo— Bodies hit thе floor— Bodies hit the—)

[Chorus: Karm The Tool]

A-A-All these niggas t-t-talk all day, I'm fuckin' bored- bored- bored-

If he want some work, c-c-cut his head off with the fork

C-C-C-Called me a whore

Smoke, my niggas smoke him like a ‘Port

F-Fin don’t chat with pork

S-Settle this shit right off the court

D-D-Don’t write my flows

Just spit all this shit and hit record

W-When I light my smoke

O-Only time I get caught with a torch

Follow him home, c-c-cut him up right where he works

Grip— grip— grip by his dome

P-put his teeth up on the curb

[Verse 1: Karm The Tool]

Okay, Stone Cold, still I got my ski mask on when I pull up—

Stone— Stone Cold, still I got my ski mask on when I pull up on ya'

I keep my cup

Fuck it, pop out if you want

I’m so tired this week

Fuck, I’m so tired this week

All you fuck niggas ain’t even present

All so pussy, they act like a peasant

All you hoes see that I’m indebted

Look at my make-up lil' boy, I ain’t-

I am not smoking no blood of my gang

Swear the way I murder the game

I murder this shit like a couple of [?]

(A-A-A-All these ni—)

(A-A-A-All these ni—)

[Chorus: Karm The Tool]

A-A-All these niggas t-t-talk all day, I'm fuckin' bored- bored- bored-

If he want some work, c-c-cut his head off with the fork

C-C-C-Called me a whore

Smoke, my niggas smoke him like a ‘Port

F-Fin don’t chat with pork

S-Settle this shit right off the court

D-D-Don’t write my flows

Just spit all this shit and hit record

W-When I light my smoke

Only time I get caught with a- torch

Follow him home, c-c-cut him up right where he works

Grip— grip— grip by his dome

P-put his teeth up on the curb

[Verse 2: Yung Skayda]

Damn son

I’ll choke out yo' damn son

Damn son

When they throw, they hold my hands up

Damn son

I’m paranoid, I’ll look around

I don’t even feel secure inside the confines of my house

Yeah, I let them bodies hit the floor

And I'm closer than before

I know I should quit that dope

Know I should, but still I won't

Yeah, I could be better though

On them drugs, help me stick that axe in that face of yours

(Bodies hit the-)

Looking dummy, Hundred rounds but they not dummies

Grab your ankle like a zombie

Boy, your body soft like gummy

I set myself on fire and I’ll break into the pit

And the skulls and legs on fire

And it's sick we experiment

Suck them into the pit

Ain't no sucking it up, deal with it

You cannot give a fuck about it

Cause they go creeping everyday

[?] with no breaks

I couldn’t be that way

'Cause a special shakedown

They put it in my estate like it was a safe

[Break: Karm the Tool and Yung Skayda]

A-A—

(Bodies— Bodies hit the floor— hit the floor—)

Bored— bored— bored— bored—

(Bodies— Bodies hit the floor— hit the floor—)

He-he—

(Bodies— Bodies hit the floor— hit the floor—)

Talk-talk all day— I'm fuckin'—

(Bodies— Bodies hit the floor— hit the floor—)

Talk— talk— talk all day— I'm fuckin'—

(Bodies— Bodies hit the floor— hit the floor—)

Bored— bored— bored— bored—

(Bodies— Bodies hit the floor— hit the floor—)

He— I-I— I-I—

(Bodies— Bodies hit the floor— hit the floor—)

Talk-talk—

(Bodies— Bodies hit the floor— hit the floor—)

All these— All these—

(Bodies— Bodies hit the floor— hit the floor—)

(Bodies hit the floor— hit the floor—)

[Verse 3: Karm The Tool]

I heard the blunt was fat you know I’m facing that

Made my bet

Back when I made this shit been made that back

Why y’all so sad?

I spent three years training cooking in my lab

Boy get my cash

If you with it

Step up to me

Unless you feel like getting smacked

[Outro: Karm The Tool]

Tell them boys we back

Back, back, back, back

Tell them boys I'm back

Back, back, back, back

Tell them boys we back

Back, back, back, back

Tell them boys I'm back

Back, back, back, back

Tell them boys we back