Catchin a Body by Roxko SoundOff Lyrics
[Intro - The Rally Kid]
Ayo, man, my mic on, man?
Oh, I can talk? Aight
Ayo, it's The Rally Kid on this shit, man
Don Fatal Records, my nigga KeneddyTheDon on this track, too
And we ‘bout to light some shit up, man, here we go
Check it out
[Verse 1 - The Rally Kid]
Jot it down, flip the bread
She lickin' the tip, got the jet the feds
Molly poppin', xans flockin'
Gotta shoot for a living, body floppin'
More money equals more fame
See a bad bitch, gotta run a train
Got them red dots for them red ops
Blow away bullet rains
I could come for your life, but I try to let you live it
If you come for mine, I’ma turn you to a spirit
Feel the Holy Ghost, bunch of y’all may here it
Sounds like a choppa, drummer for your children
Fuck what you heard, nigga, I’m the drug
Give you Ebola, stickin’ to your lungs
You fuck with the squad, I’m bringing the guns
Gotta plug named Eddie, murder for fun
Lay in your bed, spit on your grave
Never look back, leave a cold case
Gotta song for y’all called, “Blow Off Ya Brace”
Into the barrel, blow off ya face
Fuck up the checks, nigga, fuck up the game
Wipe my ass with your head, so I shit on your brains
Go down the line, go down the lanes
Bodies to ashes, stomp your remains!
[Hook – The Rally Kid & KeneddyTheDon]
Catchin’ a body! I’ma shoot up your place
Catchin’ a body! I’ma burn off your face
Catchin’ a body! Fuck what ya heard, nigga
Catchin’ a body! I’m a living Scarface
Catchin’ a body! I’ma shoot up your place
Catchin’ a body! I’ma burn off your face
Catchin’ a body! (4x)
Catchin’ a body! I’ma shoot up your place
Catchin’ a body! I’ma burn off your face
Catchin’ a body! Fuck what ya heard, nigga
Catchin’ a body! I’m a living Scarface
Catchin’ a body! I’ma shoot up your place
Catchin’ a body! I’ma burn off your face
Catchin’ a body! Fuck what ya heard, nigga
Catchin’ a body! I’m a living Scarface
[KeneddyTheDon]
Nigga, we go hard as hell
You better ask somebody
This is Don Fatal Records for you niggas who don’t know
We ain’t no motherfucking joke, so remember the name Don Fatal
Now peep game on some real motherfucking music real quick
[Verse 2 – KeneddyTheDon]
Step to me, and I’ma snatch yo life
Don’t even talk about fuckin’ with us
Rally up the alley, packin’ the Uzi clip
Make a nigga think twice ‘fore we have to buss
Hesitate
A dangerous feelin’ when I make a killing, yet these niggas retaliate
They all too stubborn to listen to what I say
So I wipe ‘em out before they repopulate
Nigga, thanks
Blow the indo to make the stress go, a nigga tryna be keyed in case he get smoked
Got a crew niggas up to new things
Cruise by, might see me with a new fling
Resuscitate the beat? Stop
I’m tryna commit a murder, you niggas a get shot
Catchin’ a body is nothin’, I’m lookin’ for head shots
Rigor mortis taking over after they drop
Fatality, brutality
Fuckin’ with some O.G.’s will get you niggas sleep
Fuckin’ with me will get you niggas six feet deep
Nah, fuck a grave, we will leave you in the streets
Spit on your corpse and we’ll let bleed out
Don’t even think that we forgot about your spouse
We terminate anybody who think they can step to us
Leave your body in a drought, motherfucker
[Hook]
Ayo, man, my mic on, man?
Oh, I can talk? Aight
Ayo, it's The Rally Kid on this shit, man
Don Fatal Records, my nigga KeneddyTheDon on this track, too
And we ‘bout to light some shit up, man, here we go
Check it out
[Verse 1 - The Rally Kid]
Jot it down, flip the bread
She lickin' the tip, got the jet the feds
Molly poppin', xans flockin'
Gotta shoot for a living, body floppin'
More money equals more fame
See a bad bitch, gotta run a train
Got them red dots for them red ops
Blow away bullet rains
I could come for your life, but I try to let you live it
If you come for mine, I’ma turn you to a spirit
Feel the Holy Ghost, bunch of y’all may here it
Sounds like a choppa, drummer for your children
Fuck what you heard, nigga, I’m the drug
Give you Ebola, stickin’ to your lungs
You fuck with the squad, I’m bringing the guns
Gotta plug named Eddie, murder for fun
Lay in your bed, spit on your grave
Never look back, leave a cold case
Gotta song for y’all called, “Blow Off Ya Brace”
Into the barrel, blow off ya face
Fuck up the checks, nigga, fuck up the game
Wipe my ass with your head, so I shit on your brains
Go down the line, go down the lanes
Bodies to ashes, stomp your remains!
[Hook – The Rally Kid & KeneddyTheDon]
Catchin’ a body! I’ma shoot up your place
Catchin’ a body! I’ma burn off your face
Catchin’ a body! Fuck what ya heard, nigga
Catchin’ a body! I’m a living Scarface
Catchin’ a body! I’ma shoot up your place
Catchin’ a body! I’ma burn off your face
Catchin’ a body! (4x)
Catchin’ a body! I’ma shoot up your place
Catchin’ a body! I’ma burn off your face
Catchin’ a body! Fuck what ya heard, nigga
Catchin’ a body! I’m a living Scarface
Catchin’ a body! I’ma shoot up your place
Catchin’ a body! I’ma burn off your face
Catchin’ a body! Fuck what ya heard, nigga
Catchin’ a body! I’m a living Scarface
[KeneddyTheDon]
Nigga, we go hard as hell
You better ask somebody
This is Don Fatal Records for you niggas who don’t know
We ain’t no motherfucking joke, so remember the name Don Fatal
Now peep game on some real motherfucking music real quick
[Verse 2 – KeneddyTheDon]
Step to me, and I’ma snatch yo life
Don’t even talk about fuckin’ with us
Rally up the alley, packin’ the Uzi clip
Make a nigga think twice ‘fore we have to buss
Hesitate
A dangerous feelin’ when I make a killing, yet these niggas retaliate
They all too stubborn to listen to what I say
So I wipe ‘em out before they repopulate
Nigga, thanks
Blow the indo to make the stress go, a nigga tryna be keyed in case he get smoked
Got a crew niggas up to new things
Cruise by, might see me with a new fling
Resuscitate the beat? Stop
I’m tryna commit a murder, you niggas a get shot
Catchin’ a body is nothin’, I’m lookin’ for head shots
Rigor mortis taking over after they drop
Fatality, brutality
Fuckin’ with some O.G.’s will get you niggas sleep
Fuckin’ with me will get you niggas six feet deep
Nah, fuck a grave, we will leave you in the streets
Spit on your corpse and we’ll let bleed out
Don’t even think that we forgot about your spouse
We terminate anybody who think they can step to us
Leave your body in a drought, motherfucker
[Hook]