Bodies, Unreleased Album Song lyrics
 by YoungBoy Never Broke Again
		
		Lil f*ck, b*tch ass n*gga what you scared of?                                                   (Ooh, Bighead on the beat)                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Hundred bands on my head who want it                                            Gang symbols on the top of my motor                                                                                                               I don't want no diamonds for the cover my Rollie                             Main n*gga I'm the truth I was chosen                                                             preachin' bad know the game like a spokesman                                   n*ggas b*tches I can tell from they motion                                    Straight out that North Diamond sit from the mouth                                I done slept on the floor with the rats and the roaches                                 My young n*ggas turnt up this b*tch and they bogus                                          And I'm gon' fill yo ass up with them doses                                                      Clip it 100 had loads can hold'em                                                                    Tryna stay focused, Snakes by the closest                                                                 n*ggas b*tches that’s that sh*t ain’t feeling it
They know I’m with it playing I’m clearing the business
In Penitentiary with my n*ggas he stressing
Trying to get a call he just got a sentence
I remember I ain't never forget it
Just know I love you we ain’t talked in a minute
Emotions can't hide it need to collide
But this for the Lil dave we finally did it
The last body ain’t like how they did it
I wish they could put him all in his fitted
But they tore his body up with that Chrome
But f*ck that is however you get it
You can go ask the neighbors I walk the streets with holes in my tennis
Thank God I got my own now they hate that I’m in it
I ain’t hiding and I ain’t pus*y is going to be a killing
All my n*ggas died from a bullet I make you feel that Glizzy
I ain’t with that lame sh*t b*tch stay back (yea)
Riding in a new Maybach (mhm)
Be beat in a mission pack
Take it out straighten up let it count these racks (mhm)
For the bag, I ain’t going on the stage for the fun
We really be having this sh*t I don’t cap I don’t front
Yeah new fit with a brand new gun new no tick for the b*tch I ain’t even stunt
Huh draw him with that thing he gon run
Real n*gga he’s official he don’t call until it’s done
Being loyal it come with position
Im feeling the tension I keep it 100 in one
Get it in in the rain I don’t care about the sun
Stay down through the pain I’m as strong as they come
Them hittas gonna hit on my head they gon hunt
Forever I stand I’m a lead in the front