NLE Choppa – Body Catchers Lyrics | Official Audio

Lyrics Body Catchers – NLE Choppa

Told my momma we straight, put the food on her plate
So you know that a young n**ga pavin’ the way
He ain’t talkin’ ’bout money, he talkin’ bout nothin’
You know that a n**ga on the paper chase

I was stickin’ up n**gas I needed that cash
My mama had told me to change my ways
That s**t was so crazy, my mind was racin’
I hit my knees every night and prayed for better days

Goin’ bad broke man, a n**ga like, uh-uh
Glock on my lap but the choppa in the trunk
Drippin’ nowdays, I was ridin’ on a bunk
Interrogation room, I was actin’ like a dumb-dumb

I don’t know s**t, I can’t tell you nothin’
B**ch, I came up off robbin’ and hustlin’
I got them bodies but I can’t discuss it
And if I see a opp, I’ma kill him in public

We are the body catchers
The body catchers, the body catchers
Yeah, I’ma leave a f**k n**ga layin’ on a stretcher
On a stretcher, on a stretcher
Yeah, yeah

First row, I was just in the nosebleed, n**gas said that they know me
If a n**ga say that I’m a whole b**ch, he gon’ have to come show me
Got twin Glocks like Zack and Cody
Make ’em lean like Codeine
I was thirteen, sellin’ all the dope fiends, had to get it by any means

I’ma speak my mind but I think about murder
Flip a opposition like a n**ga was a burger
How the f**k you a street n**ga, rats in your circle
If a n**ga tell what I did, I’ma have to murk ’em
I’ma decorate a n**ga casket
How you a shooter, you ain’t got no badges
Momma cryin’ on the scene, tragic
My bullets are present, they’ll leave you in the past, yeah

Told my momma we straight, put the food on her plate
So you know that a young n**ga pavin’ the way
He ain’t talkin’ ’bout money, he talkin’ bout nothin’
You know that a n**ga on the paper chase

I was stickin’ up n**gas I needed that cash
My mama had told me to change my ways
That s**t was so crazy, my mind was racin’
I hit my knees every night and prayed for better days

Goin’ bad broke man, a n**ga like, uh-uh
Glock on my lap but the choppa in the trunk
Drippin’ nowdays, I was ridin’ on a bunk
Interrogation room, I was actin’ like a dumb-dumb

I don’t know s**t, I can’t tell you nothin’
B**сh, I came up off the robbin’ and hustlin’
I got them bodies but I can’t discuss it
And if I see a opp, I’ma kill him in public

We are the body catchers
Brrr, the body catchers
Yeah, I’ma leave, a f**k n**ga layin’ on a stretcher
Brrr, on a stretcher, on a stretcher

The body catchers, the body catchers
On a stretcher, on a stretcher, yeah…

➤ Written by ChopsquadDJ & NLE Choppa
Album: From Dark to Light
Produced by ChopsquadDJ
NLE Choppa | 2020

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