Lee Banks - Get U A Body lyrics

rate me

Niggas still with that on and off, why nobody do shit?

Still they say the clutching, then why nobody shoot shit?

Acting like they winning, well, when you niggas gonna prove it?

You stupid, I swear to God I screw shit

Niggas still with that on and off, why nobody do shit?

Still they say the clutching, then why nobody shoot shit?

Acting like they winning, well, when you niggas gonna prove it?

You stupid, I swear to God I screw shit

Say, what’s your motherfucking body count, nigga?

Bet that Bible make that motherfucker body bounce, nigga

Like a mad Taliban, you know what I’m about, nigga

Till later ain’t no motherfucking body found, nigga

I’m sick of all these rappers talking like they killers

Warm meet up in their jungle, me, I’m a gorilla

Still they fuck around me with that wild gun firing

While you stunting, my young niggas be riding

Man, what’s up with these pussy ass twitter gangsters?

Bitch, I’m really gangsta, been a …you a gangsta, too? Well I kill a gangsta

Realest thing ‘fore you end up on the table ‘fore you fuck, nigga

Got three new cases and them bitches raising, they feel like fucking all night

Bitch, you know what’s up, nigga, quit blowing, I’m fast

I’m silent, you try me I’ll spike your shit, go get dialing

It’s sloppy, I’mma come where you at, you ain’t gotta find me

I’m riding, hop on it, doesn’t mean I’m tired

You gangsta, a thug, a killer, if you ain’t betting on it, you ain’t wanted for no nigga

You clutching, you ball playing that burner on a nigga

You really about murdering a nigga? We’ll go get you a body

Nigga go get you a body, nigga go get you a motherfucking body

Nigga go get you a body, nigga go get you a body

Nigga go get you a motherfucking body, nigga go get you a body

Soul, or go get you some souls, me being pussy like me still ain’t your boss

So I guess that you a gangsta ‘cause you got to a banker

Well bitch I keep that …

What you mean molly dean behind that lean and they get mean

…into some beans

If you can come and follow then you can come and try me

I was raised in California, I don’t know shit about your partner, mafia

It’s floating for you niggas, I’m itching to catch a kill

Been left here with my heater, run down on you, the show is real

Stab you before our deal, game over, I’m serious

Serious, chopper like a jackhammer, I’m drilling shit

No feelings, bitch, you sure ‘bout that life when it’s over

Been looking for a brain ‘cause I don’t take my shit up there

Play pussy, get fucked up so go and play both sides …

You gangsta, a thug, a killer, if you ain’t betting on it, you ain’t wanted for no nigga

You clutching, you ball playing that burner on a nigga

You really about murdering a nigga? We’ll go get you a body

Nigga go get you a body, nigga go get you a motherfucking body

Nigga go get you a body, nigga go get you a body

Nigga go get you a motherfucking body, nigga go get you a body

Nigga, you can get it done, however you pussy say you won’t do it

We ball with the tunes and I ain’t talking ‘bout no music

I’m cold with the creep, keep acting like you stupid

We checking anything, we just do it

Scream for bananas, my youngings busting hammers

Leave a nigga looking like a period, no grammar

You playing, your best bet is to go find you a habit

You doing all that talking, bitch, you better have somebody

…yours when it’s crunch time

This real talk what I’m rapping, not just a bunch of rhymes

Speaking of rhymes, if I hear my name one time

The results say that it’s homicide, put it in the second line

This is not a game before you try me, do some research

I’m a full flesh goon, out on Twitter, that’s where her lurks

Better check my credentials, behind me niggas get murked

So beefing with me equals a club, bitch, on a two third

Gangsta