Fudgalino - Bodies

Fudgalino my nigga I'm commin' in awesome
Steppin' out the booth Sabotawj yo we got one
Everytime my name on the bill shit get poppin'
Bossin' non-stoppin' we do this shit often
Its gon' be that way until I'm layin' in a coffin
You ain't man enough mutha phucka you's a soft one
I'll put a whole in your fuckin' head like a dolphin
A nigga tryna blow like the marathon in Boston
A nigga cross me he a dead man walkin'
Sense number six I see dead people often
You say it's on sight then there's no need for talkin'
Put wholes in a mutha phucka like a golf course
Rollin' with a heater I don't care if you got yours
Its funk season the main reason I'ma pop first
Leave that man bleedin' get this nigga to a doctor
Air lift his ass paramedic helicopter
Gangsta gangsta you fuckin' with a mobster
Like Mc Hammer say break'um off somethin' proper
Off top I'm bringin' it to you non-stop
You the type of nigga that'll prolly call the cops
I'm tryna duck the Babylon and neighborhood watch
It's my life or your life it's murder on an Op
Violence bitches is screamin' I hear sirens
I live in a hood where niggas is always dyin'
Another nigga gone now somebody mama cryin'
The killer don't always get caught: code of silence
Black on black crime dog we all on some divided shit
Cops keep shootin' black people then we rioting

Bodies is gonna be droppin'
I don't need no shooters I'ma get it poppin'
I be that nigga they don't want no problems with
Poppin' them shots and I'm talking a lot of shit
Talking a lot of shit but I can back it up
Body for body now these bodies stackin' up
They don't really want me to get to acting up
You fucking around with some factors bruh

Uncontrollable nigga we comin' in hot
Rule number one nigga don't get caught
When the funk pop nigga pop that glock
Bodies gon' drop the morgue is they next stop
How they gon' feel when they see Fudge get'um?
I brought enough ammo to hit every nigga that's wit'um
Every time a cop goes to trail they aqiut'um
How all these kids gettin' all these guns so quid-ick
Feeling like we livin' in a war zone
Stay in the street because it's triv when you come home
I'll give a nigga what he lookin' for
The bidness I'm too vicious bodybag zippin'
That nigga Fudge out here trippin'
Game gifted and know how to whip chicken in the kitchen
Stay in school stop ditchin'
It's murdah fulfilling all these death wishes
I live in the trenches lil homies behind barbed wired fences now everybody pimpin'
Get it how you livin', I love to see young brotha's winnin'
It's victory when they mention me keepin' it lit , on top of my shit is what I'm visioning
I gotta get it in, that's why I got everybody listening
Pay attention you don't wanna miss this
No busta's no snitches no witness
This is the season of the sickness
Da evil child is filled up with wickedness

Bodies is gonna be droppin'
I don't need no shooters I'ma get it poppin'
I be that nigga they don't want no problems with
Poppin' them shots and I'm talking a lot of shit
Talking a lot of shit but I can back it up
Body for body now these bodies stackin' up
They don't really want me to get to acting up
You fucking around with some factors bruh

Written by:
Levert Spence

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