Body Count Risin'
Catch ya like a mosquito, swat you out the game quick, Red dot on your head, now you really in the mix. Ain’t no second chances when the reaper make a list, Hollows kiss ya chest, bet you never seen a twist. I don’t do the talkin’, I just let the metal speak, One wrong move, you get buried six feet deep , Smoke in the air, yeah, the opps gettin’ weak, Light 'em up fast, leave 'em slumped in the street. Creepin’ through your section, yeah, I'm slidin' like a phantom, Silencer on, you can't even hear the anthem. Flash from my barrel, turn the night into a scandal, Body count risin’, but I treat it like it’s random. City full of hitters, better watch where you stand, One phone call, have 'em pop you on demand. Ain't no love here, only numbers in the plan, Now your name on a tee, wasn’t part of the plan. Smoke in my lungs, but it ain’t from no blunt, Took another soul, now they ghost in the front. Play with the squad, now you sleep where you stunt, Aimin’ for the top, ain’t no need for a punt. [x2] Body count risin’, but I move like a ghost, Catch you out in traffic, turn your whip into a roast. Ain't no love here, only killers and the code, Messin’ with the gang, that's a story untold. [x2]
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Catch ya like a mosquito, swat you out the game quick, Red dot on your head, now you really in the mix. Ain’t no second chances when the reaper make a list, Hollows kiss ya chest, bet you never seen a twist. I don’t do the talkin’, I just let the metal speak, One wrong move, you get buried six feet deep , Smoke in the air, yeah, the opps gettin’ weak, Light 'em up fast, leave 'em slumped in the street. Creepin’ through your section, yeah, I'm slidin' like a phantom, Silencer on, you can't even hear the anthem. Flash from my barrel, turn the night into a scandal, Body count risin’, but I treat it like it’s random. City full of hitters, better watch where you stand, One phone call, have 'em pop you on demand. Ain't no love here, only numbers in the plan, Now your name on a tee, wasn’t part of the plan. Smoke in my lungs, but it ain’t from no blunt, Took another soul, now they ghost in the front. Play with the squad, now you sleep where you stunt, Aimin’ for the top, ain’t no need for a punt. [x2] Body count risin’, but I move like a ghost, Catch you out in traffic, turn your whip into a roast. Ain't no love here, only killers and the code, Messin’ with the gang, that's a story untold. [x2]
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