Bodmon got two Glocks
Take few shots
Reload
When the block hot
Mans they don't talk
We just stay down on the low
We pre opps
Go make guap
Run a ting on the spot
Fuck folk
If you need me to bring that poke
Know your man be a clown no joke
Yeah strapped wit the blick
Proby ain't shit they not checking the kid
I could run up pull a murder and shit dump the body and they'll never know what I did
Might catch a homie might go do a bid
Straighten me put show me how I should live
Killing the time writing rhymes on my notes
Give me some paper and loud I can smoke
A cup full of Henny and regular coke
Ain't checking in shit you not taking my coat
My dick hit her throat say it's making her choke
But shordie a swimmer she know how to stroke
No Bryson Tiller she never say don't
Shordie a battri
I'm plugging her out
If you talking that shit keep that shit in your mouth
Cause I'll send the mandem to come to your house
Bodmon got two Glocks
Take few shots
Reload
When the block hot
Man they don't talk
We just stay down on the low
We pre opps
Go make guap
Run a ting on the spot
Fuck folk
If you need me to bring that poke
Know your man be a clown no joke
Smelling like smoke when I step in the stu
All, of my niggas they grimy they shoot
All of your niggas is they slimy they goofs
Whole lot of straps when we step in the room
Music stay booking it's shaking the place
Hop on my bike nigga let's go race
Don't crash homie cause you gon get erased
Gun so big dog it's louder than bass
Launder the money without a trace
If I get caught then I'm catching a case
Been getting money watch it elevate
Hit up an opp I don't hesitate
One headshot make his soul levitate
Hop in the whip and accelerate
Me and my bitch you can't separate
Friday night special it's 38
Bodmon got two Glocks
Take few shots
Reload
When the block hot
Man they don't talk
We just stay down on the low
We pre opps
Go make guap
Run a ting on the spot
Fuck folk
If you need me to bring that poke
Know your man be a clown no joke