Bodies - T-Rock

Real G’s, we do real things, what you know about it?

On that bullshit, got them sticks, what you know about it?

Savin' these hoes, never that, they for everybody

Get that cheese doe, niggas don’t want no smoke, my killas got bodies

I rip this shit, swag of a pimp so watch yo fuckin' self hoe

If I pull yo bitch I’ma work her for every dollar, play that hoe like a cello

One love to College P, the south side in this hoe like hello

Will I ever be sucker by suckers to do sucker shit in the game again?

Hell no

I’m a P-I-M-P, my N-I-N-E keep haters up off me for really doe

Niggas testin' my gangsta get left in the IC, you barely alive, you don’t hear

me doe

One-eight-seven is my tendency on the enemy therefore the killin' is serial

I’m a force to be reckoned with all by myself but my army is also imperial

You a washed up lil bitch and ya mentally in a bad place, my Area 51 killas’ll

spray

I got a few shooters in Memphis and also in California livin' right up your way

I thought you knew that I’m from College P, playas acknowledgin' me as the G.O.

A.T

Chew your favorite rapper up and spit him out for lunch if the fuck nigga

fuckin' with me

On my mind I’m seein' dollar signs, a verbal Columbine if you in school with a

beast

Undermine the enemy and execute 'em all, how they try to do you and me

I don’t fear Illuminati, I’m illuminated in God, I am true elite

Niggas who don’t fear me in the present, listen to me in the future bitch you

will see

Real G’s, we do real things, what you know about it?

On that bullshit, got them sticks, what you know about it?

Savin' these hoes, never that, they for everybody

Get that cheese doe, niggas don’t want no smoke, my killas got bodies

Ghetto hero, tell the truth, why you cowards lyin'?

Can’t be seen for reasons of who I’m empowered by

I am God’s guy, praise him high for his perfect plan

Help me charge my spirit now it’s back to work again

Workin' hand, bible in my dash, ridin' eightyfive

Rifle in my stash, fuck protection from you crazy guys

I am crazy too, don’t want to but I will spray you too

Light that ass up in the back like «bitch look what you made me do»

RSM is who I be, the mob is me, my word is bless

When you fuck with us lil bitch you fuckin' with the fuckin' best

Smith & Wess, Tecs on deck, vest on chest — let’s go to war

I’m from --- go rip yo throat out, you can’t use yo vocal chords

Fuck yo squad nigga, fuck yo side nigga, fuck yo broad

In the mouth, this pimp shit ain’t no lie nigga, this da mob

It’s my job to go hard on hoes, hard on CEO’s

Hard on anyone who test me lyrically I’m like C4

Real G’s, we do real things, what you know about it?

On that bullshit, got them sticks, what you know about it?

Savin' these hoes, never that, they for everybody

Get that cheese doe, niggas don’t want no smoke, my killas got bodies

Niggas don’t want no smoke…