Catch A Body Lyrics - Cassidy

[Intro] 

Yeah I'm about to body y'all 

Yeah, I'm about to body y'all 

Catch a body with bars, watch the body fall 

Then drop the body off, I'm about to body y'all 

Yeah I'm about to body y'all 

Yeah, I'm about to body y'all 

Catch a body with bars, watch the body fall 

Then drop the body off, I'm about to body y'all 

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[Verse 1: Cassidy] 

My tongue like a gun, it's time to let a slug spray 

I been made RAID, but I ain't runnin' out of bug spray 

He been a faggot, that nigga always was gay 

See he a man-bitch, twerkin' on a man's dick 

Y'all he grab balls, no damn mitt 

But y'all ain't catch it, I'm infected, I'm too damn sick 

They gon' have this diss bumpin' like a damn zit 

'Cause this like tryna make a poodle fight a damn pit 

This a dog fight, but every pussy make a dog bite 

I'm like high beams, you a fog light 

You can't shine 'cause your rhymes just alright 

I'm a off nigga, soft niggas live a hard life 

And I don't never have an off night 

I'm always on my J-O, this a second round K-O 

I heard your diss but that shit weak 

And then you switch beats 

That's the same shit I did on RAID, yo 

This nigga soft like Play-Doh 

I spit fuego, my dudes is movin' if I say so 

They stay with toasters like an Eggo 

Them dudes sick, they a stick a pool stick in your A-hole 

Aye yo, I been had killers on the payroll 

When you was still playin' with the Lego 

I never wore fake Air Force Ones 

I'm in the studio in Gucci's with Air Force guns 

You ain't nothin' like us, I'm the nicest 

I was jumpin' in cyphers when you was in diapers 

So don't disrespect a grown man 

'Cause I'll cut your arm off 

And then smack you with your own hand 

Man, you said I shoulda died in that car crash 

Well I'mma soak you in car gas and light a match 

You should stop writin' raps 'cause your bars trash 

I'll have your fraud-ass lookin' like cigar ash 

Photos 

Dag, all burnt the f**k up 

You shoulda been learnt that I was turnt the f**k up 

You said I wear purple Dickies with a du-rag and a 5X tee 

But you dress like a true fag 

Tight-ass shirts, squeezin' your man breasts 

Tight ass pants lookin' like Spandex 

You better stop it, or you'll get popped like a Xanax 

I'm still feelin' myself, no hand sex 

Yeah, I wasn't there when the cops came 

But how you know? You wasn't there when them shots banged 

Them cats ratted on me when the cops came 

I'm a fuckin' G, I'll show you my discovery 

For real, I ain't take a deal on my man 

I took it to trial, and they squealed on my man 

Your career goin' downhill, I feel for you man 

I been had skills man, chill, you a fan 

I'm still ill man, and you still a f**k, corny 

I think this nigga Meek Millz got a crush on me 

I'm doin' me, I ain't worryin' 'bout your monkey a** 

It look like this nigga wearin' a monkey mask 

You trash, don't get gassed with your flunky a** 

You lasted like a year or two, but your career through 

You terrible, why the f**k would I be scared of you? 

What the hell you tellin' Cass with your yellin' a**? 

My record five thousand and zero 

I ain't ever lost, I'mma boss, youse a weirdo 

You tryna act like you a street nigga 

But you weak nigga, you ain't Mike Knox or Black Dinero 

It's a lot of Philly niggas that be extra ill 

But you just a silly nigga with a record deal 

And you a ugly nigga tryna have sex appeal 

You a rider, yeah? Get the f**k outta here 

I'mma put you on the entre 

It's f**ked up what you did to that nigga Lil' in Conway 

They was the same cats that came up with you 

But you ain't break bread, so they don't f**k with you 

You be rhymin' all the time like you bust pistols 

But nigga you ain't got the heart to do it 

Stop talkin' stupid, I ride out, you need starter fluid 

I'm tryna keep the game alive, but it's hard to do it 

'Cause all these artists make garbage music 

That's why I only listen to myself and my artists' music 

We got the hardest music, you so soft in your pillow bag 

I go hard like a Brillo pad 

Your Mom said I'm your Dad, I should be feelin' bad 

'Cause I missed your whole childhood, and that's really sad 

She really mad that I don't deal with your silly ass 

I did pop ya Mom, but you was not mine 

Nah, I'm 'bout to call Maury on the hot line 

And get a DNA, 'cause you know what he'd say 

(You are not) the father, damn right 

These chicks you be screwin' could ruin ya damn life 

I got a whole lot of sons 

But the only biological ones is the ones with my damn wife 

Life is a gamble, so you'd better role the damn dice 

The right type of way or you've got a price to pay 

Aye, I stay wired, you already know 

Higher than a helium balloon when you let it go 

I drink a whole cup liquor, twist a whole dutch 

Of that grape haze, I call it a Fruit Roll Up 

You know what? I'm too damn good 

So I'mma blow up like tryna microwave a canned good 

Ya man good, I spray mine 

Since a kid, I was like Trayvon, walkin' in the damn 'hood 

Now I spit new bars over old beats 

My flow heat, I've got a hot head not cold feet 

I roll leaf, get higher than a bloody nose seat 

You so sweet, from Monday to Sunday you so weak 

I'm so street, you know you don't want no beef 

'Cause when I put them caps in your grill, it ain't gold teeth 

I throw bullets like a QB, go deep 

'Cause when I blast rounds, it'll be your last down 

be the last sound that you'll ever hear 

Your blood'll be squirtin' everywhere 

Ya dead, your head'll look like it was never there 

Yeah, all that tough talking'll get you a shut coffin 

Yup, me and your main slut f**k often 

I pick her up, and get my dick sucked, fuck talkin' 

And I stopped wearin' jewels, I don't wanna shine 

'Cause even in the summertime it be the fuck hawkin' 

I'm still ballin', 40 points and assists 

I've been the shit, you ain't 'bout that life, you ain't into this 

Sit the bench, you can't ball on the injured list 

I'll end you career for free to be generous 

I'm not a feminist, I get more chicks than Ellen Degeneres 

But this d**k come with benefits 

You been a bitch, nobody think you a thug 

'Cause done made plenty scenes in them skinny jeans 

I'll make you skinny dip in a pool of blood 

When this Ruger slug blows your ass to smithereens 

And you said you f**ked my girl, that's bullshit 

But me and my wife had a mnage with your bitch 

The bull hit, and then I came on the whore's lips 

Then sent her home, and you was kissin' the whore's lips 

Let's get shit straight, I had my dick in that bitch face 

So you should let 'em know how my dick tastes 

Them corny bars you done said already 

You already know I heard it on the radio in February 

You had to wait 8 months to respond back? 

Nigga, you ain't ready for combat, your rhymes wack 

Yeah, I'm probably on the molly and some Cognac 

But I'mma make Rick Ross rip up your contract 

I'm too real, you ain't never had true skill 

I ain't broke, chill, man I'm still worth a few mill' 

You remind me of Sisq from Dru Hill 

Fuck how you feel, you got Lil' Snupe killed 

And you only ride out on two wheels 

You a motorcycle nigga, I don't like you, nigga 

I spit cooked crack, I put that on the Bible, nigga 

I pack guns to jack son like Michael, nigga 

And all your bars is recycled. nigga 

I've got a bunch rhymes, you say the same shit a bunch of times 

And I know Rick Ross, the real Rick Ross 

Shit, your boss stole his name, it's got him pissed off 

'Cause he was really in the street knockin' bricks off 

Kilo after kilo, and yours was a C.O. 

The last time we ran into each other 

You was like: "Cass let's do a song, you know you tha Hustla" 

Yeah, I run my city like Broad Street 

Do you really wanna take it there? Is you sure Meek? 

The next time I'mma slaughter one of your beats 

The streets gon' be like: "Cass spazzed on the boy Meek" 

Yeah, I'll keep rappin' 'til the track stop 

I spit crack rock, Meek don't act shocked 

I'm a legend, you know what I did already 

Everybody know I bodied you in your crib already 

I bodied you on every song that we ever made 

Then I bodied you again when I put together RAID 

This fight right here is an easy win 

Everybody 'bout to Tweet: "Cass bodied Meek again!" 

I know I'm gettin' underneath your skin 

He probably in his Phantom havin' a temper tantrum 

I'mma always have the f**kin' belt 

I'mma body you, so you could ghost write for your f**kin' self 

I don't wanna hear nothin' else 

Yo, just go cut your d**k off and go f**k your self