King Von, Yung Q - Body Snatchers lyrics

Von, Von gFC Gang
Von dJ on the beat, so it's a banger

See, foenem tote Glizzys (Tote Glizzys)
Fifty shot, no semis (Semis)
Fifty shot, yeah, that's plenty
They on there with any (With any)
You get smoked like a chimney
(Like a chimney)
Turn the goofy to memory, you
Tweakin' you next, nigga
(What?) like a pussy, get wet, nigga
Hella shots at yo' head, nigga
(Boom) that TEC sound like dun dun dun
Dun dun dun dun dun
That's a rest, nigga (Boom, boom, boom)
We body catchers like body snatchers
(Huh? What?)
Sick dogs on 'em, call 'em body fetchers
(yeah)
That choppa bring him down, body sections


(Boom)
Make it hard to outlinе the body sketches
Gеt chopped up like kids fool
Gon' kick it like Kung Fu (Uh, huh)
Break yo' rib if he hit you
Breaking crib if the rent due

See, they talk the biggest shit (What?)
Acting hard, but they ain't with the shit
(Huh?)
Better watch who you be drillin' with
Or be the same nigga say he witnessed it
Huh? (Damn)
I know from experience
This shit boost my adrenaline (yeah, yeah)
Savage niggas be feelin' this
Don't you hate when you missin' shit?
Well, then let me help you
Show you how you can catch two
Park the car on the other end of the block
Show 'em what that TEC do (Boom, boom, boom)
Don't run, they gon' catch you
Check 'em out like a chess move
Bullets shooting through the vest too
Broken shoulder knocked his neck loose
(Boom, boom)

See, foenem tote Glizzys (Tote Glizzys)
Fifty shot, no semis (Semis)
Fifty shot, yeah, that's plenty
They on there with any (With any)
You get smoked like a chimney
(Like a chimney) turn the goofy to memory
You tweakin' you next, nigga
(What?) like a pussy, get wet, nigga
Hella shots at yo' head, nigga
(Boom) that TEC sound like dun dun dun
Dun dun dun dun dun
That's a rest, nigga (Boom, boom, boom)
We body catchers like body snatchers
(Huh? What?)
Sick dogs on 'em, call 'em body fetchers
(yeah)
That choppa bring him down, body sections
(Boom)
Make it hard to outline the body sketches
Get chopped up like kids fool
Gon' kick it like Kung Fu (Uh, huh)
Break yo' rib if he hit you
Breaking crib if the rent due

Michael Myers in the murder scene
Walking slow, with my knife out
And my mask on, than I kicked the door
Spin the block, Ya I want the smoke
Q and Von we some serial killers
Cold heart with a crazy mind
Leave a Opp dead for his mom to find
We body catching leave a pool of blood
I got em screaming and shaking
And when the cops come than
I'm serving up bacon
Than I'm all up in the body
Cause I'm cutting the head off
Than I'm tearing off the face
Guess I'm taking the mask off you
Every night I get busy
I ride out with the whole crew
So tell em Von what I'm gone do what

See, foenem tote Glizzys (Tote Glizzys)
Fifty shot, no semis (Semis)
Fifty shot, yeah, that's plenty
They on there with any (With any)
You get smoked like a chimney
(Like a chimney) turn the goofy to memory
You tweakin' you next, nigga
(What?) like a pussy, get wet, nigga
Hella shots at yo' head, nigga
(Boom) that TEC sound like dun dun dun
Dun dun dun dun dun
That's a rest, nigga (Boom, boom, boom)
We body catchers like body snatchers
(Huh? What?)
Sick dogs on 'em, call 'em body fetchers
(yeah)
That choppa bring him down, body sections
(Boom)
Make it hard to outline the body sketches
Get chopped up like kids fool
Gon' kick it like Kung Fu (Uh, huh)
Break yo' rib if he hit you
Breaking crib if the rent due

DJ on the beat, so it's a banger