Bodies - LIL CAP, Wiked

Stay strapped no mask

Live day by day for the gang

Talk too much it’s the end

Chat shit get banged

Chat shit get banged

Come through where you hang

And the shawty’s onto the gang

Just me and the mandem

Roll off the back end

Leave a boy there where he stand

And nowadays mandem are on top

Scratch that nowadays mandem on head tops

On the pitch imma get man sent off

Straight red card for an off cut let off

I can cop that weed for a dead prof

Money affi mek so I’m on to the next spot

Yeah we pull up on you

Gt you M’ed off

Volley aim head, no tim for a leg shot

Yeah we pull up on you with an AK

Buddy got an extended mag

We leave him in the streets, nah

They limp in a body bag

Body bag body bag

Bitch I be counting racks

Yeah, shawty been acting up

She’s on my right hand

I woke up with the Feels of a demon

So hot that the North Pole stop freezing

I’m bringing back the feeling to a meaning

I’m the meanest, can’t see me I’m like Cena

Woke up with the Feels of a demon

So hot that North Pole stop freezing

I’m bringing back the feeling to a meaning

I’m the meanest, can’t see me I’m like Cena

See ya, bitch

Down Bad Records X Mandem

Wiked, Lil Cap

Greatest artists alive baby

(Lil Cap Verse 2)

Don’t know bout me I’m Lil Cap

Bitch I pull up onto your block with the boys and they got the straps

You shoot Bananas here while I be shooting the .457 mag

This a one in the chamber

I’m spitting bullets on the track

Yeah I been spitting bullets ever since a kid motherfucker

They been telling me everybody’s a real motherfucker

Everybody been telling me

Everyone has said that to me

Better be ready but I’m coming in spraying artillery

All the fuckers acting smart and they be telling me shit

Like the rat to the feds who were lit on this bitch

Yeah sky was the limit, now it’s the stars I brought myself from earth to mars

Man slide through the block with no pressure

Pop the boot yeah your boy enter

Don’t make me let off this Colchester

Cause I don’t have time for a protestor

One of ya boys let bells raise up

We drop a man quick, next contester

There’s no range up on this Colchester

But this bait boy come with a compressor

Shotgun shell make a man lose focus

Make a mans day real grim, ask Moses

They know that I got heat like Zuko

Jump in the booth and it’s so explosive

Jump in the booth and that shit is frightening

Manna come through with fire and lightning

Shotguns loaded, flows ignited

Got no time for a side ting