Cassidy

Cassidy - Catch A Body (Meek Mill Diss) lyrics

rate me

Heavy hitter s*cker, yeah

Look!

F*ck Meek Mill’s, dream chasers MMG and whoever else affiliated with that bitch ass nigga

Yeah, I’m about to body y’all

Yeah, I’m about to body y’all

Catch your body with balls, watch the body for,

Then drop the body y’all

I’m about to body y’all,

Yeah, I’m about to body y’all,

Yeah, I’m about to body y’all

Catch your body with balls, watch the body for,

Then drop the body y’all

Form about the body y’all

My tongue like a gun, it’s time to let the slugs spray

I’ve been made ray but I ain’t runnin out the bug spray

I’ve been made ray, but I ain’t runnin’ out the bugs spray,

He been a faget, that nigga always way gay

See he a man bitch, twerking on a main dick,

Y’all, he grab bars, damn meet, but you ain’t catch it,

I infected, I’m too damn sick,

They gonna have this, bumping like a damn zit,

‘cause this I’m tryin’ to make a pudu fight the damn pit

This the dog, but they ain’t p**sy make a dog bite,

I’m like high .. you a fog light,

You can’t shine ‘cause your rhyme is just alright,

I’m a .. nigga soft niggas live a hard life,

And I will never have a off night,

I’m always on my JO, this the second round keyo,

I heard your diss, but that shit weak,

And then you switch pis, that’s the same shit I did on range

This nigga soft like Plato, I spit fuego,

My dudes is moving if I say so,

They stay with toasters like the Ago

Them dude sick they a tick a ..sticking your ay ho

Ay yo, I’ve been hat killers on the pay roll,

You were still playing with the lego

I never walk fake air force once,

I’m in the studio in Gucci’s with air force guns

You ain’t nothing like us, I’m the nicest,

I was jumping the sifest, when you was in dipers,

So don’t disrespect the grown man,

‘cause I cut your arm off and then smack you with your own hand,

Man you said I should’ve died in that car crash

Well I’ma soak you in car gas enlight the match

You should stop writing raps ‘cause your bar crash

How you frog that slicking like cigar rash

That, I’ll burn to f*ck up, you should’ve been learned that I was turned to f*ck up

You said I wear purple dickies with the due rack in the vibe XT

But you rest like a true fat

Type that shirt, squeezing your man breasts

Tight those pants, looking like spandex

You better stop or you’ll get popped like the ZMX

I’m still feeling myself, no hand sex,

Yeah I wasn’t there when the cops came,

But how you know, you wasn’t there when them shots bang,

Them cats ready don’t need no one when the cops came,

I’m a f*cking G I’ll show you my discovery,

For real, I ain’t take a deal on my man

I took it the trial when they scrill on my name,

You cold real going down and feel for you man,

I’ve been hat skills, man chill you a fan,

I’m still ill man, and you still a f*ck horny

I think this nigga Meek Mills got a crush on me

I’m going me I ain’t worried ‘bout your monky ass

It look like this nigga wearing a monkey ass

You trash, don’t get gas, with your funky ass,

You last like a year but you took a rear thou

You table, why the f*ck without be scared to you

What the hell you’re telling cass with your knelling ass,

My record five thousand zero, I ain’t never loss, I’m a boss she’s a rear though

You try to act like you were street nigga, but you weak nigga

You ain’t might knocks and blacks the narrow,

It’s a lot of filly niggas that be extra ill,

But you just a silly nigga with the record deal

And you an ugly nigga tryin have sex appeal

You arrive and yeah, and get the f*ck out of here

I’ma put you on the Andre,

it’s f*cked up what you did that nigga lil and Kanye

they was the same cats that came up with you,

but you ain’t break bread so they don’t f*ck with you,

you’ll be rhyming all the time, like you bust pistols,

but nigga you ain’t got the heart to do it,

stop talking stupid, I’ll ride out, you need start to flew it,

I’m tryin to keep the game alive, but it’s hard to do it,

Cause all these .. make garbage music,

That’s why I only listen to myself and my artist music,

We got the hardest music, you’re so soft in your pillow bag,

I go hard like a pillow pack,

Your mom said I’m your dad, I should be feelin bad, ‘cause I’m missed the whole childhood

And that’s really sad

She really mad that I don’t deal with your silly ass,

I did pop your mom but you was not mine,

No, I’m about to call Mory on the hotline

And get the DNA, no he will say

You are not the father, damn right!

This chick you’ll be screwing can ruin your damn life,

I got a whole lot of sons, but the only by a logical one

This the one’s with me damn wife,

Life is a gamble so you better roll the damn dice,

Right type away, all you got a price to pay

Ey, I stay worried, you already know,

Higher than the hilly I’m balloon when you let it go,

I drink the whole couple liquor twist the whole dutch

That grey haze, I call it the fruit roll up,

You know what? I’m too damn good,

So I’ma blow up like Michael wave the can good

Your man good I spray mine, since the kid I was like tray vine

Walking in the damn hood, now I spit new bars over .. I float heat

I got a hot head, not cold feet,

I roll feet get higher than the bloody know seat

You’re so sweet from Monday to Sunday you’re so weak,

I’m so street you know you don’t want no beat,

‘cause when I put the caps in the grill with ain’t goal teeth,

I throw bullets like you’ll be gold ..

‘cause when I blast around .. to be your last damn.

Be the last sound that you ever hear

Your blood be .. everywhere

You’re dead, you’re here to look like you was never there

Yeah, all that tough talking to get you a shot cuffin,

Yeah me and your man slug f*ck often

I pick her up and get my dick so f*ck talking

And I style wind jews, I don’t wanna shine

;cause even in the summer time it’d be the f*ck ..

Still ballin 40 prints to the sis, I been the shit

You ain’t ball that, you ain’t in this,

Sick to bench, you can’t ball on the ..

And the career for free to be .. I’m not a feminist

I get more to .. but this dick come with benefits,

You .. nobody think you a thug, ‘cause you the main plenty scenes in the skinny jeans

I’ll make you skinny deep in a pool of plot

When it’s ruga slug, blow your ass slip marines,

And you said you f*ck my girl that’s bullshit,

But me and my wife had the minaj with your bitch

The bull hit, and then I came on a whole lips

And then I .,..and you were kissing the whole lips,

Let’s get free, I had my dick in that bitch face

So you should let them know how my dick taste

The corny bars you didn’ settle ready,

You already know I heard it on the radio and February

You had the way 8 months to respond back

Nigga you ain’t ready for time back, your rhyme swag

Yeah, I’m probably on the milly and Kanye

But I’ma make Rick Ross, rip up your ..

I’m too real, you ain’t never had a true skill

I ain’t broke gill, man I’m still work for few mill

You remind me a sis go from true hill,

F*ck how you feel, you got little snoop hill

And you only ride out on two wheels,

You a motorcycle nigga, I don’t like you nigga

I spit crack, I put that on the Bible nigga

I pack guns to Jack son like Michael nigga,

And all your balls is recycle nigga

I got a bunch of rhymes, you stay the same shit upon your times

And I know Rick Ross, it’s the real Rick Ross,

Shit your bar stole his name and got him pissed off,

‘cause he was really in the street knocking bricks off

Kilo after kilo when yours was a ..

The last we ran it to each other, you was like

“Cassidy let’s do the song, you know the hot slug, yeah

I’m on my city like .., do you really wanna take it there?

‘cause you show me,

the next time I’ma .. the one of your beats

the streets gonna be like Cassidy .. wanna ball me,

yeah I keep rapping till the track stop, I spit crack rock, me don’t act shop

I’m a legend, you know what I did already

Everybody know our body jewel, when your crib already

Our body you on every song that we ever made

Then our body jew again when I put together green

This fight right here is the easy wind,

Everybody ball the .. mick again

I know I’m getting underneath his skin

He pry in his fan I’m having the ..

I’ma always had the f*cking .. I’ma body use so you could go right for your f*cking self

I don’t wanna hear nothing else, you just go cut your dig off and go f*ck yourself.

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