Body for My Zipcode (feat. Young Life, Freddie Gibbs & Dave East) Song Lyrics

Real shit, real shit nigga
Yeah, uh
Homicide city, another homicide

Catch your body for my zip code
Leave your top open like a fishbowl
Just know niggas on the block with the fish scale
Get a bowl, hit it slow
Everybody on the block they just tryna get it though
Get it though
And tell a nigga bout a three way, no subliminals
We be climbin' through your window slow
Big magazine make you centerfold
Push the envelope, make a wall pop like you're in a coke
Finish you
Whippin' through Iraq, nigga fuck Obama
These niggas is fish swimmin' with piranhas
Watch homie get killed right on that corner
He was chasin' commas now he's a goner
Now we so focused cause we so hopeless
Grandma came down to me and spoke this
The game ain't full of shit but vultures
Your homies ain't your homies, nigga you ain't owe shit
Compton academy
Up 10 with no batteries, that's why they mad at me
Some homies is causalities
That's my reality, go on the faculty
Hundred round drum when the K come
Young niggas racin' down the Crans as the bass thump
They won't give it to me, I'ma take some
Know I must pay for my sins when the day come

Catch a body for my zip code
(? fishbowl just throw nickels on the block)