Bodies Swag Toof

(ra-ta-ta-tah-tah boom x4)

[Verse 1: Choirboy]
So dumb go numb can’t feel shit
Kind of getting fed up with this
Shit we have to deal with
Tired of being a good one
Burn brakes steal shit mo guns mo guns
Homies lets kill shit riding in the hood
Still looking for the meal ticket
Paper getting signed then
We out like a field trip
Can’t make a mil
Then I’m probably gonna peel shit
Real shit Give a damn son not a little bit
Run that run that run that ho
Go make that about an hour go
Swear my patients getting low
We working till there ain't no mo’
Prescriptions liquor corner sto’
Smoke out just to ease your woes
Scream at broad Lord
Keep us safe while we out on the road

[Hook]
Bodies and Bodies and bullets and guns and the hands of the ignorant
Nobody give a shit
Nobody give a shit
Nobody give a shit
(Don't nobody give a shit)
Medicine, Medicine
Drugs are the medicine
Give us some medicine
(give us some medicine)
Nobody give a shit
Nobody give a shit
Nobody give a shit
(don't nobody give a shit)