A Lotta Bodiez lyrics

[Verse 1: Hambino]

Certified boss, C.T.N. millionaire
Knock a n*gga off, drop twenty racks on his head
Cheapest bricks going, b*tch I got it snowing
Count it, two mil large, money overflowing
n*ggas plotting on my life, trying to earn stripes
They got one time, cause if they miss, they mama die the same night
This city mine, [?], cause we don't pay the same price
They can't eat unless I feed 'em, success overnight
Now these hoes, they love hoes, love pus*y, love me
And these owners, they know owners that own clubs love me
Cause they knowing when I hit the door, I know how to party
And every n*gga 'round Hambino got a lot of bodies

[Hook: Young Buck]

Flag hanging, riding with my top down
Trap banging, chopper hold a hundred rounds
b*tches everywhere, they say I know how to party
And every n*gga 'round me, got a lot of bodies

A lot of bodies [x2]

Teardrop tattoos, that's a lot of bodies
A lot of bodies [x2]

Y'all know our attitude, f*ck everybody

[Verse 2: Young Buck]

Back to the basics, b*tch I think I'm Yo Gotti
Maserati, two-seater, but it's four bodies
I can get your face blown and the case gone
My goons on speed dial, it won't take long
I'ma wait for 'em, set my bait for 'em
Happy birthday, b*tch, bake a cake for 'em
Have that homicide looking in the lake for 'em
While Smith Brothers working trying to find a date for 'em
I know old killers, never been caught
Cut-throat, even knock they own friends off
The feds hate it but the b*tches love it
She said she only f*cking with the one that really does it
It's Buck

[Hook]

[Hook 2: Hambino]

I'm in Dodge City
Each and every day
You got a problem with me, b*tch I'm coming with that K
It's C.T.N., homie, there is no other way
f*ck what you claim, we'll send you pus*y n*ggas to your grave

In Dodge City Projects [x3]

We built for war, you broke-ass n*ggas ain't prepared yet

[Verse 3: Hambino]

[?] is my n*gga, [?] and we miss you
Ham never goes with you, Dodge City bricks along with you
Fake n*ggas, forget you, and they don't even love the hood
f*ck around and get hit up, I'm 'bout to get it, understood
Y'all remember [?], well b*tch, what about [?]
All we know is that killing sh*t, f*ck your hood you hoes ain't worthy
Free my n*gga [?], the DA got him twenty-five
Riding for his n*gga, that's that real sh*t, cause we do-or-die
Gives a f*ck about who would try, this just between you and I
Boy, I know your true side, cross that line and you will die
f*ck with me is suicide, you ain't on my level, cuh
Beefing with the truer living, God will buy you double, cuh

[Hook 2]