Letra “Yung Q – Body Snatchers” Official Lyrics
Intro
Von, Von
GFC Gang
Von
DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger
King Von Chorus
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
King Von Verse
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)
King Von Chorus
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
Yung Q Verse
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
King Von Chorus
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
Outro
DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger