Ca**idy - Catch A Body lyrics

[Intro] Yeah I'm about to body y'all Yeah, I'm about to body y'all Catch a body with bars, watch the body fall Then drop the body off, I'm about to body y'all Yeah I'm about to body y'all Yeah, I'm about to body y'all Catch a body with bars, watch the body fall Then drop the body off, I'm about to body y'all [Verse 1: Ca**idy] My tongue like a gun, it's time to let a slug spray I been made RAID, but I ain't runnin' out of bug spray He been a f*ggot, that n***a always was gay See he a man-b**h, t**n' on a man's dick Y'all he grab balls, no damn mitt But y'all ain't catch it, I'm infected, I'm too damn sick They gon' have this diss bumpin' like a damn zit 'Cause this like tryna make a poodle fight a damn pit This a dog fight, but every p**y make a dog bite I'm like high beams, you a fog light You can't shine 'cause your rhymes just alright I'm a off n***a, soft n***as live a hard life And I don't never have an off night I'm always on my J-O, this a second round K-O I heard your diss but that sh** weak And then you switch beats That's the same sh** I did on RAID, yo This n***a soft like Play-Doh I spit fuego, my dudes is movin' if I say so They stay with toasters like an Eggo Them dudes sick, they a stick a pool stick in your A-hole Aye yo, I been had k**ers on the payroll When you was still playin' with the Lego I never wore fake Air Force Ones I'm in the studio in Gucci's with Air Force guns You ain't nothin' like us, I'm the nicest I was jumpin' in cyphers when you was in diapers So don't disrespect a grown man 'Cause I'll cut your arm off And then smack you with your own hand Man, you said I shoulda died in that car crash Well I'mma soak you in car gas and light a match You should stop writin' raps 'cause your bars trash I'll have your fraud-a** lookin' like cigar ash Dag, all burnt the f**k up You shoulda been learnt that I was turnt the f**k up You said I wear purple Dickies with a du-rag and a 5X tee But you dress like a true f*g Tight-a** shirts, squeezin' your man breasts Tight a** pants lookin' like Spandex You better stop it, or you'll get popped like a Xanax I'm still feelin' myself, no hand s** Yeah, I wasn't there when the cops came But how you know? You wasn't there when them shots banged Them cats ratted on me when the cops came I'm a f**in' G, I'll show you my discovery For real, I ain't take a deal on my man I took it to trial, and they squealed on my man Your career goin' downhill, I feel for you man I been had sk**s man, chill, you a fan I'm still ill man, and you still a f**k, corny I think this n***a Meek Millz got a crush on me I'm doin' me, I ain't worryin' 'bout your monkey a** It look like this n***a wearin' a monkey mask You trash, don't get ga**ed with your flunky a** You lasted like a year or two, but your career through You terrible, why the f**k would I be scared of you? What the hell you tellin' Ca** with your yellin' a**? My record five thousand and zero I ain't ever lost, I'mma boss, youse a weirdo You tryna act like you a street n***a But you weak n***a, you ain't Mike Knox or Black Dinero It's a lot of Philly n***as that be extra ill But you just a silly n***a with a record deal And you a ugly n***a tryna have s** appeal You a rider, yeah? Get the f**k outta here I'mma put you on the entre It's f**ked up what you did to that n***a Lil' in Conway They was the same cats that came up with you But you ain't break bread, so they don't f**k with you You be rhymin' all the time like you bust pistols But n***a you ain't got the heart to do it Stop talkin' stupid, I ride out, you need starter fluid I'm tryna keep the game alive, but it's hard to do it 'Cause all these artists make garbage music That's why I only listen to myself and my artists' music We got the hardest music, you so soft in your pillow bag I go hard like a Brillo pad Your Mom said I'm your Dad, I should be feelin' bad 'Cause I missed your whole childhood, and that's really sad She really mad that I don't deal with your silly a** I did pop ya Mom, but you was not mine Nah, I'm 'bout to call Maury on the hot line And get a DNA, 'cause you know what he'd say (You are not) the father, damn right These chicks you be screwin' could ruin ya damn life I got a whole lot of sons But the only biological ones is the ones with my damn wife Life is a gamble, so you'd better role the damn dice The right type of way or you've got a price to pay Aye, I stay wired, you already know Higher than a helium balloon when you let it go I drink a whole cup liquor, twist a whole dutch Of that grape haze, I call it a Fruit Roll Up You know what? I'm too damn good So I'mma blow up like tryna microwave a canned good Ya man good, I spray mine Since a kid, I was like Trayvon, walkin' in the damn 'hood Now I spit new bars over old beats My flow heat, I've got a hot head not cold feet I roll leaf, get higher than a bloody nose seat You so sweet, from Monday to Sunday you so weak I'm so street, you know you don't want no beef 'Cause when I put them caps in your grill, it ain't gold teeth I throw bullets like a QB, go deep 'Cause when I blast rounds, it'll be your last down be the last sound that you'll ever hear Your blood'll be squirtin' everywhere Ya dead, your head'll look like it was never there Yeah, all that tough talking'll get you a shut coffin Yup, me and your main s*ut f**k often I pick her up, and get my dick s**ed, f** talkin' And I stopped wearin' j**els, I don't wanna shine 'Cause even in the summertime it be the f** hawkin' I'm still ballin', 40 points and a**ists I've been the sh**, you ain't 'bout that life, you ain't into this Sit the bench, you can't ball on the injured list I'll end you career for free to be generous I'm not a feminist, I get more chicks than Ellen Degeneres But this d**k come with benefits You been a b**h, nobody think you a thug 'Cause done made plenty scenes in them skinny jeans I'll make you skinny dip in a pool of blood When this Ruger slug blows your a** to smithereens And you said you f**ked my girl, that's bullsh** But me and my wife had a mnage with your b**h The bull hit, and then I came on the who*e's lips Then sent her home, and you was kissin' the who*e's lips Let's get sh** straight, I had my dick in that b**h face So you should let 'em know how my dick tastes Them corny bars you done said already You already know I heard it on the radio in February You had to wait 8 months to respond back? n***a, you ain't ready for combat, your rhymes wack Yeah, I'm probably on the molly and some Cognac But I'mma make Rick Ross rip up your contract I'm too real, you ain't never had true sk** I ain't broke, chill, man I'm still worth a few mill' You remind me of Sisq from Dru Hill f** how you feel, you got Lil' Snupe k**ed And you only ride out on two wheels You a motorcycle n***a, I don't like you, n***a I spit cooked crack, I put that on the Bible, n***a I pack guns to jack son like Michael, n***a And all your bars is recycled. n***a I've got a bunch rhymes, you say the same sh** a bunch of times And I know Rick Ross, the real Rick Ross sh**, your boss stole his name, it's got him pissed off 'Cause he was really in the street knockin' bricks off Kilo after kilo, and yours was a C.O. The last time we ran into each other You was like: "Ca** let's do a song, you know you tha Hustla" Yeah, I run my city like Broad Street