Lyrics Body For Body - Rylo Rodriguez

Body For Body

Body for body
Let’s go body for body
Tell them niggas let’s go body for body
Body for body
If they take one of ours, we take three them
That’s how we go and get even
If they take one of ours, we take three them
That’s how we go and get even (Damn, Kai, you goin' krazy)
Body for body
I can’t say we don’t do drivebys, I’d be lying
And what’s the difference anyway long as them niggas dying
Kel-Tec came from Delta, 5056 bullets flying
.40 Glock, Dracos, and 9s
And I pray the one killed him was mine
They got all them guns but they fronting
Them boys some hoes, they had guns but start running
Many niggas talking, get in the courtroom and fold up
He died, send his body to a dispensary, he a pack now, just roll up
They say when you get a lil' money, just leave your city for good
If you do that, they gon' say you changed, he be scared to come back to his hood
I can’t trust these hoes, they fuck any nigga for fame
I can’t love these hoes, they fuck any nigga with a name
Wockhardt, I can’t wait to unseal it, pick it
I got more problems than a broke nigga, I’m tryna fix it, real shit
So much tension in this room
Ain’t nobody strangers, these all bros
Hope they wasn’t playing cool with me to backdoor me
I watched some niggas drown in a pool of blood
World full of opps and I don’t know who to trust
just thinking 'bout a body
He done went and caught him one just like DeAndre Hopkins
Fucking an opp bitch, I hit her at the hotel, she can’t get my location
She can’t suck dick, she make me pissed, but I’m not on probation
She came out, was bleeding, I just wanna play her mouth
I feel like the deacon, seen niggas tryna play the crowds
I just might go to preaching
I’m still peeling off these leeches
Got a switch don’t you try to run
I might stop, drop, and roll, all us got firearms
Fuck who your people, we still pull up
Glizzies in the McLaren
Blickies in the McLaren
I send 'em to get you just like errands
Body for body
Let’s go body for body
Tell them niggas let’s go body for body
Body for body
If they take one of ours, we take three them
That’s how we go and get even
If they take one of ours, we take three them
That’s how we go and get even
I don’t fear no nigga, I put that shit on my mama
Netflex watching, bodies dropping, leave 'em pale as McDonald
You know what that mean, hit 'em up in the middle of the summer
Fuck 'round, kill a saint, we don’t believe in a karma
Kel-Tec, unfold it
Headstones, dead roses
You niggas speaking on dead niggas like they killed 'em
Catch 'em lacking it’s gon' flip 'em
Just 'cause you’re dead don’t mean it’s over, we on the next street
Hit your funeral hoping we could make it one for next week
I know some killers who got money, they chilled out
I know some niggas ain’t got nothing, they still hot
I know some shooters who weren’t lacking but still died
We like we still out
Favorite time to slide is when it’s raining
Baby .223 sing like a
Clean guns, I done mopped the front and still got stolen ones
Scraped the serial number off like Captain Crunch
Body for body
Let’s go body for body
Tell them niggas let’s go body for body
Body for body
If they take one of ours, we take three them
That’s how we go and get even
If they take one of ours, we take three them
That’s how we go and get even