RellOnTheTrack - Body

I can't trust nobody, choppa right beside me
I'ma catch a body, I'ma catch a robbery
If its money on yo head, best believe it's a shopping spree
I'ma pop a tag off your ass like I bought some jeans
I'ma kill a nigga quick as fuck, I'ma flee the scene
Murder on my motherfuckin' mind, I can't even think
A hundred rounds up that bitch for a nigga blink
A nigga cryin' about his hoe, knowin' that that bitch is weak
Ain't nobody stoppin' me, bitch I got that broccoli
Look like I hit the lottery, the fiends come and cop from me
Got her nails and toes done, that's the same as a ounce of weed
I don't give a fuck if you can count, bitch, don't count on me
All this water drippin around my neck, this shit drownin' me
If you knew where I came from, you'd be proud of me
How the fuck you niggas broke, that shit bother me
How the fuck you sellin' dope, you ain't got a key
Gotta have my foot on they necks, make it hard to breathe
I can see the hate in they eyes, that ain't hard to see
Get a nigga whacked, I'ma be somewhere by the beach
Feds tryna pick a nigga up, I don't wanna speak
Ran up on em broad day, I ain't wanna creep
Had to take a shower, baby, wear the bleach
COVID mask on, they didn't notice me
Do this shit all by myself, cause I know the streets
I can't trust nobody, choppa right beside me
I'ma catch a body, I'ma catch a robbery
If it's money on your head, best believe it's a shopping spree
I'ma pop a tag off your ass like I bought some jeans
I'ma kill a nigga quick as fuck, I'ma flee the scene
Murder on my motherfuckin' mind, I can't even think
A hundred rounds off that bitch for a nigga blink
A nigga cryin' bout his hoe, knowin' that that bitch is weak
The way I dog my bitch, I'ma need a leash
Hutch, put the ice in my buffs I can barely see
Opened up a whole fresh (blank) of that Charlie Sheen
If you ain't never caught a body, then don't talk to me
Boy you ain't smokin' on the opp, you just smokin' weed
This Glock a 10 milli, knock you across the street
Get a nigga snatched off the streets for a small fee
The fiend asked me if I had some fetty, she thought I was sleep
I can't trust nobody, chopstick in the lobby
Turn a nigga to a zombie, all designer on my body
It's Dior all in my closet, my bitch, she look exotic
All up front, no deposit, I double up my profits
I'ma catch a body, all the niggas round me solid
Ain't none of these coupons, hollow, turn around, I'm back tomorrow
A hundred racks out the safe, a nigga says beef
A nigga cryin' bout his hoe, knowin' that that bitch a freak
I can't trust nobody, choppa right beside me
I'ma catch a body, I'ma catch a robbery
If it's money on yo head, best believe it's a shopping spree
I'ma pop a tag off your ass like I bought some jeans
I'ma kill a nigga quick as fuck, I'ma flee the scene
Murder on my motherfuckin' mind, I can't even think
A hundred rounds up that bitch for a nigga
A nigga cryin' bout his hoe, knowin' that that bitch is weak

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Rell On The Track

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