New Bodies lyrics

[Intro]
(Thanks, Yakree)
Legs locking
Hit his head, his legs locking
n*gga, I see dead bodies (Grrah)

[Chorus]
Come and pick his ass up
b*tch, I see dead bodies
New opp, we fire him up
We done got that lead poppin'
We gon' swing, hit everybody
Hit his head, his legs locking (Oh)
Kill his ass, remain silent
I just want some new bodies (Gone)
Pull up banging with my chopper
Beat a opp like Red Robin (Grrah, blatt)
Get your b*tch, she on my c*ck
I just got the head, probably (Grr)
We want smoke with everybody
Shots fired, his head boppin'
One up top, boy, ain't no c*cking
Dissing gang, you better stop it (Oh)

[Verse 1]
b*tch n*gga, mhm
n*gga, know we shred sh*t
She gon' let me hit it with my gun in my hand, b*tch (Uh, uh)
Hope for that dead n*gga, told him we ain't sparin' sh*t
He was on the 'net tweaking, that's what got his mans hit (Grrah)
I got murder on my mind (Blatt), all I see is red sh*t (Oh)
Last n*gga played with me ended up a dead b*tch (Gone)
Oh, I'm with that gang, ho, I put mud in Faygo
I came in this b*tch broke and left out with a bankroll (Bankroll)
Chopper make him tango, you should be ashamed, bro
Your brother died, your b*tch ass ain't do sh*t but get some fame, ho
We gon' step on that n*gga, I done got my racks bigger
We gon' kill everything and plus that n*gga in the middle
Leave him cold, icicle, b*tch, you got the right n*gga
If I ever see a opp, I'ma pull my trigger (Gone)
[Chorus]
Come and pick his ass up
b*tch, I see dead bodies (Blatt)
New opp, we fire him up
We done got that lead poppin' (Grrah)
We gon' swing, hit everybody
Hit his head, his legs locking
Kill his ass, remain silent
I just want some new bodies (Gone)
Pull up banging with my chopper
Beat a opp like Red Robin (Gone)
Get your b*tch, she on my c*ck
I just got the head, probably (Gone)
We want smoke with everybody
Shots fired, his head boppin' (Grrah, blatt)
One up top, boy, ain't no c*cking
Dissing gang, you better stop it

[Verse 2]
Tell me where that n*gga at
b*tch, you know we been slidin'
We gon' peel a n*gga hat like Osama Bin Laden
Tell me why you dissing gang, that pus*y n*gga di*k ridin'
Boy, you know that sh*t is tragic, gas him up, he still droppin'
Heard a n*gga say I'm broke, big bands, I got it
Boy, I got this big-ass pole that can't fit in my pocket
I like it when she suck it slow, I might as well take her shopping
Thought I was a rapper, ran up until I upped the rocket (Blatt)
I'ma crash for Leeky, n*gga, I'ma crash for Ralo too (Go)
Pull up on that boy and up the mag like, n*gga, what it do?
You be talking gangster sh*t, bro pulled up and shot at you (Brrah)
Your pus*y ass ran, I'ma up the Drac' and blow for Ku
Make a b*tch dip