[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 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 [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