.45 KING 810

[Chorus]
I got bodies on this (Four fifth)
Pull it out and I doubt I can control this
I got bodies on this (Four fifth)
Run your mouth, you’ll be layin' in your own piss
I got bodies on this (Four fifth)
Talk shit, I'ma make him eat the whole clip
I got bodies on this (Four fifth, four fifth, four fifth)

[Verse 1]
I got bodies on this
Tre eight, tre pound, nina bitch
And that thirty dick, don’t give a dirty shit
You ever see a grown man do a backflip?
Your girl likes me 'cause I keep my gun on when I hit
You smell like old shit, ho bitch
When they shot me I just went and wrapped up my shit
When I shot back they had to bag up the bitch
Dearly departed, we should’ve never started
This fuckin' white devil ain’t got no goddamn heart kid
On the contrary, I got too much heart
And I don’t know when to stop
You’ll have to blow me apart
And that half moon clip, full eclipse
And that inf beam, infamous
And my bullets, they got them black tips
And that Peq 15 make sure I don’t miss