Body for My Zip Code lyrics

by

Quentin Miller


[Intro: Young Life]
Real sh*t, real sh*t n*gga
Yeah, uh
Homicide city, another homicide

[Verse 1: Young Life]
Catch your body for my zip code
Leave your top open like a fishbowl
Just know n*ggas on the block with the fish scale
Get a bowl, hit it slow
Everybody on the block they just tryna get it though
Get it though
And tell a n*gga bout a three way, no subliminals
We be climbin' through your window slow
Big magazine make you centerfold
Push the envelope, make a wall pop like you're in a coke
Finish you
Whippin' through Iraq, n*gga f*ck Obama
These n*ggas is fish swimmin' with piranhas
Watch homie get killed right on that corner
He was chasin' commas now he's a goner
Now we so focused cause we so hopeless
Grandma came down to me and spoke this
The game ain't full of sh*t but vultures
Your homies ain't your homies, n*gga you ain't owe sh*t
Compton academy
Up 10 with no batteries, that's why they mad at me
Some homies is causalities
That's my reality, go on the faculty
Hundred round drum when the K come
Young n*ggas racin' down the Crans as the bass thump
They won't give it to me, I'ma take some
Know I must pay for my sins when the day come
[Chorus: Young Life]
Catch a body for my zip code
(Leave your top open like a fishbowl
Just know n*ggas on the block)
Catch a body for my zip code
(Leave your top open like a fishbowl
Homicide city another homicide)
Catch a body for my zip code
(Leave your top open like a fishbowl
Just know n*ggas on the block)
Catch a body for my zip code
(Leave your top open like a fishbowl
Just know n*ggas on the block)

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Fingertips numb from the cocaine
Twenty thousand every time my door swing
Count it up again when the door close
Plug fronted you the work, you in a dope hole
Have the n*gga workin' round the clock, takin' no doors
Same clothes, n*gga never serve the popos
Homie the Presidential Rollie, it was so froze
He was ice cold till the sh*t got up in his nose
I done seen kings turn to crack fiends
Baby used to keep the wheels on the 'Lac clean
f*cked around and caught a beam with a trap queen
Was wrappin' packages before I had a rap dream
Was wrappin' packages before I had a rap dream
Was doin' robberies before I had a rap show
The type of n*gga throw a [?] in the pot
And drive a foreign off the lot
And cop the motor in the back ho
Cause every day a n*gga flexin'
Finessin', full clip in my weapon
I blow like Bob Marley, no worries, no stressin'
Head honcho, the boss boy, I play my position
b*tch I feel like Nino before he was snitchin', God damn
[Chorus: Young Life]
Catch a body for my zip code
(Leave your top open like a fishbowl
Just know n*ggas on the block)
Catch a body for my zip code
(Leave your top open like a fishbowl
Homicide city another homicide)
Catch a body for my zip code
(Leave your top open like a fishbowl
Just know n*ggas on the block)
Catch a body for my zip code
(Leave your top open like a fishbowl
Just know n*ggas on the block)

[Verse 3: Dave East]
Catch a bag, Harlem
I ain't from south central, n*gga I'm a menace (Menace)
Get up out the car homie, handle business (Hop out the car)
I give my youngin' 500 to handle witness (Hit that n*gga)
I find out you hiding out? Your man'll get it (There he go)
Catch a body for my neighborhood
I got a ratchet with the numbers scratched off plus I aim for good
I had the kush out in Ravenswood (Facts)
Back in Harlem, had the sour if you talkin' better make it good
Better make it quick, I'm with a Jamaican b*tch
Black and grey Raider fit, drugs you can take your pick (Whatchu want?)
This ain't for your Instagram, don't take a pic
I was tryna take some grams, flip it all, make me rich (Rich)
When I get around this money, it make me itch (Ahh)
Finger f*ckin' my nina, I'll make you take a sh*t
Got a bag where your stomach used to be
And I ain't talkin' Billboard but my youngins out here makin' hits (Bah)
Prolly run up in your crib for the safe box (Safe box)
Don't forget that combination when the pressure on
Sweat drippin' on the chrome .45
And your life if a n*gga breathe wrong
And I hate cops
[Chorus: Young Life]
Catch a body for my zip code
(Leave your top open like a fishbowl
Just know n*ggas on the block)
Catch a body for my zip code
(Leave your top open like a fishbowl
Homicide city another homicide)
Catch a body for my zip code
(Leave your top open like a fishbowl
Just know n*ggas on the block)
Catch a body for my zip code
(Leave your top open like a fishbowl
Just know n*ggas on the block)

[Outro: Young Life]
Homicide city, another homicide
Homicide city, another homicide
Homicide city, another homicide
Homicide city, another homicide
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