Lyrics Body Language - Ghetts, Fix Dot'm & Buck

Body Language

If you know what I mean
Sometimes, you might see a man
And his body language is giving off the wrong type of energy
Then it’s a next ting and it’s like this
Walking like that, what?
Talking like that, what?
He must think he’s important like that, nah
So, when he comes forward, I force him right back
Because I will never stand for bullshit like that
Your posture deserves an Oscar
But one shot will burn your chest like it’s vodka
My gun’s cocked, I can prove he weren’t a monster
I bet he runs off, there’s nothing worse than a fluff
Tell a talker, talk up when I’m talled up
I got booze, so it’s all nuts, no homo
Beef, I never cause but there ain’t a place that I won’t go
Even though I know it isn’t all love
Oh, no, three niggas pulled up like
«What the fuck are you doing around here?
This zone is a no-go, it’s warm blud»
I still stood my ground
Thinking to myself, it’s all good for now
Then I caught the driver slipping my ends the next week
Like, let’s see who’s the pussy now
Test me, I best bleed when you pull it out
Or live and let breathe, bring the hook around
Walking like that, what?
Talking like that, what?
He must think he’s important like that, nah
So, when he comes forward, I force him right back
Because I will never stand for bullshit like that
Yo, yo
For the bullshit, I shoulder a little bling
Beg you stop stunting off that little cane
Graduated Buck, from a little name
And my jacket’s got more features than Little Wayne
Buck, your breath’s not my attitude blud, it stinks
Destined to the top, what did you bloody think?
I’ll open up your thoughts like a bloody string
Russian Kangaroo fur, I want that bloody rink
Heat up the track, Emilio Sparks flow
And real talk, I ain’t hard, though
I’ll turn it all, I’m a cunt, I’m an asshole
Why?
And your chick, I wouldn’t touch it with a
Swarve with it, nothing but slick
I’m fly, no six pack
Make the gun sky, hit the wood, splat
Because you’re Ready to Die like the B.I.G track
Walking like that, what?
Talking like that, what?
He must think he’s important like that, nah
So, when he comes forward, I force him right back
Because I will never stand for bullshit like that
I will never stand for it
Sit down for it either, handle it
Or you could get cut up like sandwiches
Banger with the banger
Clip full when the hammer brick
Your name ain’t Dimz, no way you can manage me
Look, I got mates that’s a gang of thieves
Bag of gs
One of them’s Ghetto, man, it’s deep
I got man in East
And I’m a South nigga, never run my mouth
Triggers pulled if my niggas talk’s ever coming out
Car keys, checked
Car key sweats
They say Giggs got it now, Fix Dot is next
When I’m up
I ain’t coming down rocky steps
Home alone flow, planet out, then I bang it out
Rope-a-dope bros, till they’re tired of me
Hang around woolly hood shit
My hood looks sick
Plus my main coat got a lot of shades like a rainbow
Swagger, so, don’t play bro, easy
Walking like that, what?
Talking like that, what?
He must think he’s important like that, nah
So, when he comes forward, I force him right back
Because I will never stand for bullshit like that