Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Come Catch A Body , by - Auxxk. Release date: 26.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Come Catch A Body |
| Bitch I ain’t been away |
| Just been catching bodies |
| Counting duffles |
| You can fuck around and get a dirty dozen |
| For ya trouble |
| Bitch I heard you ain’t even really got that iron |
| What’s your problem |
| Put ya feet up on a block |
| And catch you slippin' to the bottom |
| And every time I hit ya bitch |
| She know it’s fuck a condom |
| While you sit around and hippy flip |
| I’m out here causin' problems |
| Gotta put your brothers on |
| Even if you ain’t got it |
| I ain’t never gonna change |
| Until my skin is fuckin' rotten |
| Fuck |
| Yah |
| Come catch a body |
| You ain’t a killer, bitch |
| Don’t even try me |
| Better duck |
| Yah |
| Scars on my body |
| Smile for the picture |
| This flash on my shoty |
| Fuck |
| Yah |
| Come catch a body |
| You ain’t a killer, bitch |
| Don’t even try me |
| Better duck |
| Yah |
| Scars on my body |
| Smile for the picture |
| This flash on my shoty |
| Bitch get the fuck up |
| Want this fade? |
| Well you got it |
| A knife in yo gut and a hand in my pocket |
| Stand the fuck up, get snuffed out like a man |
| Gripping the drum like I play in a band |
| And I can’t even stand, but I won’t stop the poppin' |
| You dropped yo location, (yo foreign a coffin?) |
| I’m Lord of Flies cuz I stay where it’s rotten |
| Heroin trip make you feel like a goblin |
| Scripts in my body make me feel demonic |
| Crashing my whip off the rocks, talking onyx |
| Deep in the pit, I want out, lemme stop |
| Please let me stop it |
| Fuck |
| Yah |
| Come catch a body |
| You ain’t a killer, bitch |
| Don’t even try me |
| Better duck |
| Yah |
| Scars on my body |
| Smile for the picture |
| This flash on my shoty |
| Fuck |
| Yah |
| Come catch a body |
| You ain’t a killer, bitch |
| Don’t even try me |
| Better duck |
| Yah |
| Scars on my body |
| Smile for the picture |
| This flash on my shoty |
| Uh huh, uh huh |
| Gang, gang, gang, gang |
| Uh huh, uh huh |
| Gang, gang, gang, gang |
| Scars on my body |
| For the tally I’ve murdered |
| What’s my pocket |
| No, you’ll eat the dirt |
| You think you’re so godly |
| Yeah what is your worth? |
| A price on your head |
| Man, I’ll get the hearse |
| Ain’t no easy talkin' on it |
| Just get stomp on the turf |
| A fuck nigga’s a fuck nigga |
| No blessin' for twerps |
| Ain’t no future havin' brightness |
| You’ll be dark in a hurry |
| Slicin' niggas for percentage |
| And doing deal with the mercs |
| A single nigga in my |
| They get a death, they were cursed |
| Ay, I snatch a nigga status |
| And his blood for the thirst |
| And if his momma worry about him |
| Hey, my to a purse |
| And how that nigga really folded |
| He more a wallet than a purse |
| Hah hah! |
| Buck shot |
| Splittin' yo purse |
| And I make you the |
| You |
| Fuck yeah |
| Bodies be pilin' |
| Karate keep wildin' |
| You end on |
| your body |
| I’m back in the alley |
| Keep it tidy |
| Decapitation for niggas wildin' |
| No second guesses |
| Just bodies flyin' |
| You niggas well |
| And you really tryin' to breathe |
| And still gettin' high |
| And ain’t smellin' just two pistols |
| Usually be on the |
| And I see none of you talkin' to |
| And no rappin' that get you rap |
| Keep cappin' that get you smack |
| Keep actin' then you get tap |
| Keep black and that get you |
| Don’t fuck with your situation |
| These bullets be percolatin' |
| You feelin' the titillatin' |
| in their faces |
| Lil bitch |
| Fuck |
| Yah |
| Come catch a body |
| You ain’t a killer, bitch |
| Don’t even try me |
| Better duck |
| Yah |
| Scars on my body |
| Smile for the picture |
| This flash on my shoty |
| Fuck |
| Yah |
| Come catch a body |
| You ain’t a killer, bitch |
| Don’t even try me |
| Better duck |
| Yah |
| Scars on my body |
| Smile for the picture |
| This flash on my shoty |