cassidy - catch a body (r.i.p. meek mill) lyrics
(intro)
c-ssidy
yea
look
f-ck meek millz, dreamchasers and any g
and whoever else affiliated with that b-tch -ss n-gg-
(hook x2)
yea, i’m about to body yall
yea, i’m about to body yall
catch a body with bars, watch the body fall
then drop the body off, i’m about to body yall
(verse 1: c-ssidy)
my tongue like a gun, it’s time to let a slugs spray
i been made raid, but i ain’t running out of bug spray
he been a f-got, that n-gg- always was gay
see he a man b-tch, twerking on a man d-ck
y’all, he grab b-lls, no d-mn nit
but y’all ain’t catch it, i’m infected, i’m too d-mn sick
they gon’ have this diss b-mping like a d-mn zit
cause this like tryna make a poodle fight a d-mn pit
this a dog fight, but every p-ssy make a dog bite
i’m like high beams, you a fog light
you can’t shine, cause your rhymes just alright
i’m off n-gg-, soft n-gg-s live a hard life
and i don’t never have an off night
i’m always on my j-o, this a second round k-o
i heard your diss but that sh-t weak
and you switch beats, that’s the same sh-t i did on raid yo
this n-gg- soft like play-doh
i spit fuego, my dudes is moving if i say so
they stay with toasters like an eggo
them dudes sick, they a stick a pool stick in your a-hole
ayo, a been had killers on the pay role
when you was still playing with a lego
i never wore fake air force 1’s
i’m in the studio in gucci’s and air force guns
you ain’t nothing like us, i’m the nicest
i was jumping in ciphers while you was in diapers
so don’t disrespect a grown man
cause i’ll cut your arm off and then smack you with your own hand
man you said i shoulda died in that car crash
well i’mma soak you in car gas and light a match
you should stop writing raps cause your bars trash
i’ll have your fraud -ss, look like cigar ash
dag, all burnt the f-ck up
you shoulda been learnt that i was turned the f-ck up
you said i wear purple d-ckies, with du-rag and a 5 x-t
but you dress like a true f-g
tight -ss shirts, squeezing your man br–sts
tight -ss pants, looking like spandex
you better stop it, or you get popped like a xanax
i’m still feeling myself, no hand s-x
yeah, i wasn’t there when the cops came
but how you know, you wasn’t there when them shots bang
them cats ratted on me when the cops came
i’m a f-cking g, i’ll show you my discovery
for real, i ain’t take a deal on my man
i took it to trial, and they squealed on my man
your career going downhill, i feel for you man
i been having skills man, chill, you a fan
i’m still ill man, and you still a f-ck corny
i think this n-gg- meek millz got a crush on me
i’m doing me, i ain’t worrying ’bout your monkey -ss
it look like this n-gg- wearing a monkey mask
you trash, don’t get g-ssed with your funky -ss
you last like a year or two, but your career through
you terrible, why the f-ck would i be scared of you?
what the h-ll you telling c-ss what your yelling -ss
my record five thousand and zero
i ain’t ever lost, i’mma boss, you’s a weirdo
you try to act like you a street n-gg-
but you weak n-gg-, you ain’t mike knox or black dinero
it’s a lot of philly n-gg-s that be extra ill
but you just a silly n-gg-s with a record deal
and you a ugly n-gg- tryna’ have s-x appeal
you a ryder yeaaaa? get the f-ck outta here
i’m put you on the entrée
it’s f-cked up what you did to that n-gg- lil and conway
they was the same cats that came up with you
but you ain’t break bread, so they ain’t f-ck with you
you be rhymin’ all the time like you bust pistols
but n-gg- you ain’t got the heart to do it
stop talking stupid, i ride out, you need starter fluid
i’m tryna keep the game alive, but it’s hard to do it
cause all these artists make garbage music
that’s why i only listen to myself and my artist music
we got the hardest music, you so soft in your pillow bag
i go hard like a brillo pad
yo mom said i was your dad, i should be feeling bad
cause i missed your whole childhood, and that’s really sad
she really mad that i don’t deal with your silly -ss
i did pop ya mom, but you was not mine
naw, i’m ’bout to call maury on the hot line
and get a dna, cause you know what he’a say
(you are not) the father, d-mn right
these chicks you be scr-w-ng could ruin ya d-mn life
i got a whole lot of sons,
but the only biological ones is the ones with my d-mn wife
life is a gamble, so you better role the d-mn dice
the right type of way or you gotta price to pay
aye, i stay wire, you already know
higher then a helium balloon when you let it go
i drink a whole cup of liquor, twist a whole dutch
of that great haze, i call it a fruit roll up
you know what, i’m too d-mn good
so i’mma blow up like tryna microwave a canned good
ya man good, i spray mine
since a kid, i was like trayvon, walking in the d-mn hood
now i spit new bars over old beats
my flow heat, i got a hot head not cold feet
i roll leaf, get higher than the bl–dy nose seats
you so sweet, from monday to sunday you so weak
i’m so street, i know you don’t want no beef
cause when i put the caps in your grill, it ain’t gold teeth
i throw bullets like a qb, go deep
cause when i blast rounds, it’ll be your last down
(pratt, prattt, pratt), be the last sound
that you ever hear, your blood will be squirting everywhere
you dead, your head’ll look like it was never there
yeah, i’ll that tough talking’ll get you a shut coffin
yup, me and your main sl-t f-ck off and
i pick her up, and get my d-ck sucked, f-ck talking
and i stopped wearing jewels, i don’t wanna shine
cause even in the summer time it be the f-ck hawking
i’m still balling, 40 points and -ssists
i’ve been the sh-t, you ain’t about that life, you ain’t into this
sit the bench, you can’t ball on the injured list
i’ll end you career for free to be generous
i’m not a feminist, i get more chicks then ellen degeneres
but this d-ck from with benefits
you been a b-tch, n-body think you a thug
cause you a made plenty scenes in ’em skinny jeans
i’ll make you skinny dip in a pool of blood
when this ruger slug, blow your -ss to smithereens
and you said you f-cked my girl, that’s bullsh-t
but me and my wife had a ménage with your b-tch
the bull hit, then i came on the hard lips
then sent her home, and you was kissing the whole lip
let’s get sh-t straight, i had my d-ck in that b-tch face
so you should let him know how my d-ck taste
those corny bars you done set already
you already know i heard it on the radio in february
you had to wait 8 months to respond back
n-gg- you ain’t ready for combat, your rhymes wack
yea, i’m prolly on the molly and some cognac
but i’mma make rick ross, rip up your contract
i’m too real, you ain’t never had true skills
i ain’t broke, chill. man, i’m still worth a few mill
you remind me of sisqó from dru hill
f-ck how you feel, you got lil snupe killed
and you only ride out on two wheels
you a motorcycle n-gg-, i don’t like you n-gg-
i spit cooked crack, i put that on the bible n-gg-
i pack guns, to jackson like michael n-gg-
and all your bars is recycled n-gg-,
i got a bunch of rhymes, you say the same sh-t a bunch of times
and i know rick ross, the real rick ross
sh-t your boss stole his name, it got him p-ssed off
cause he was really in the street knocking bricks off
kilo after kilo, and yours was a c.o.
the last time we ran into each other
you was like, “c-ss let’s do a song, you know you tha hustla”
yeah, i run my city like broad street
do you really wanna take it there? is you sure meek
the next time, i’mma slaughter one of your beats
the streets gon’ be like, “c-ss spazzed on the bul meek”
yeah, i keep rapping ’til the track stop
i spit crack rock, meek don’t act shocked
i’m a a legend, you know what i did already
everybody know i bodied you in your crib already
i bodied you on every song that we ever made
then i bodied you again when i put together raid
this fight right here, is an easy win
everybody ’bout to tweet, “c-ss bodied meek again”
i know i’m getting underneath his skin
he prolly in his phantom, having a temper tantrum
i’mma always have the f-cking belt
i’mma body you, so you can ghost write for your f-cking self
i don’t wanna hear nothing else
yo, just go cut your d-ck off and go f-ck your self
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