Te Weez - Bodies (feat. Weez100, Shadgmd & Dolla)

Having visions in my head, I don’t wanna really say it but, I been seeing bodies, cous
And I wish I could tell somebody but, you know I can’t cause, if I tell somebody, cous
They gon’ send me to jail, and they gon’ go off and tell, man, if I tell somebody, cous
They gon’ wish me in hell, and judge ain’t giving me bail if I tell her ‘bout these bodies Cous
(Yea, yea)
If I tell you ‘bout these bodies, gotta body ya
Ridin’ shotty wit’ my shawty in a challenger
Look her dead in the eyes like, “I’m proud of ya”
Serving fish-scale nigga no tilapia
I be dripped down nigga, got Gastavi on (On)
Put my shit down, I been gettin’ way too on (On)
On my shit now, I been feelin’ way too gone (Gone)
Yea, there’s shit that I’ve done seen, I’m never speaking on it
Gotta watch out who you talkin’ to, might be informant
Down to catch a body, they talkin’, we on it
Spin them niggas’ blocks and won’t tell you we doin’ it
Aye, we been pouring out pain, we been lettin’ bullets rain, givin’ niggas whole things
Yea, walk him down in close range, and that glocky gon’ bang, and that glocky go bang
Having visions in my head, I don’t wanna really say it but, I been seeing bodies, cous
And I wish I could tell somebody but, you know I can’t cause, if I tell somebody, cous
They gon’ send me to jail, and they gon’ go off and tell, man, if I tell somebody, cous
They gon’ wish me in hell, and judge ain’t giving me bail if I tell her ‘bout these bodies Cous
I don’t need you telling what you seen or what your heard here
Fuck around and come to lay a verse, and get a bird here
I’m at the W wit’ killers in the lobby
We got bodies but we never talk about ‘em, no
I might bring the stripper pole to the bank
Standin’ on the couches spilling bottles, made it rain
Pocket blue faces, closet full of dead bodies
Let me out again, now I’m poppin’, diamonds rocky
How I got it, check the profit, you be a body
Tryna rob me, you be a body (Yea)
Remember mornings, played the corners for them sales (For them sales)
We play the phone and send that pack right through the mail now
We ain’t breaking down the work, don’t need a scale now
We just runnin’ up the tab, don’t need a bail now
Fuck the prosecutor, tryna pin them bodies (Pin them bodies)
I’m cool as ice, my lawyer kick, he do karate, yea
Having visions in my head, I don’t wanna really say it but, I been seeing bodies, cous
And I wish I could tell somebody but, you know I can’t cause, if I tell somebody, cous
They gon’ send me to jail, and they gon’ go off and tell, man, if I tell somebody, cous
They gon’ wish me in hell, and judge ain’t giving me bail if I tell her ‘bout these bodies Cous
(I’m goin’ keep it pimpin’ to the grave, yea, yea, yea)
(Shooters got some blood on they name, yea)
(I could give a damn what ya say, yea, yea, yea)
(Just don’t tell them nothin’ that ya seen, yea, yeaa)

Written by:
Tee Weez, Tigh Williams

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