Project Youngin Bodies Lyrics

[Intro: Project Youngin]
(DJ Swift on the track)
I swear to God I ain't cryin' no more tears, we catchin' bodies
(Tre made this beat)
Wildin', if I tell them boys, then they gon' slide it (Yeah)
We got fifty rounds on the shotty (On that shotty)
You heard me?
I swear to God, you take one of mines, I need three of yours, you heard me?
Let me get that, yeah, ayy, jit hot, cut the fan on
(DJ got the keys jumpin')

[Chorus: Project Youngin]
'Bout my niggas, no more tears, we want them bodies
And when it's pressure, we gon' stretch you, wе ain't hidin'
Wildin', I make one call, then thеy slidin'
JP, he put fifty rounds on the shotty
I'm a whole different nigga off them jiggas, out my body
If I'm drivin' up, I'm shootin', don't give a f*ck, just know I'm 'bout it
Glock spit, I rock out dolo, don't need no posse
Violent, stop it, you niggas ain't even 'bout shit

[Verse 1: Project Youngin]
Ayy, free Lil RayRay out that can, he popped his noggin
Feds came and picked him up, he kept it solid
Solid, that boy there, he caught a body
12 ask us questions, I swear he know nothin' 'bout it
I'm a Florida boy for real, I'm totin' on that steel
Ain't no cappin' in them raps, this shit I'm sayin' I did for real
I'm sellin' clean and sellin' weed, at 2018, a quarter mil'
I slump you over if I'm sober, it get worser on that pill
Call up Hot and tell him come and cut that fan on
She ain't wanna f*ck, I kicked her out, she said I'm dead wrong
Know I keep it pimpin', I ain't trippin', 'cause my bread long
If niggas actin' funny, I drop my money, get his head gone, yeah [Chorus: Project Youngin]
'Bout my niggas, no more tears, we want them bodies
And when it's pressure, we gon' stretch you, we ain't hidin'
Wildin', I make one call, then they slidin'
JP, he put fifty rounds on the shotty
I'm a whole different nigga off them jiggas, out my body
If I'm drivin' up, I'm shootin', don't give a f*ck, just know I'm 'bout it
Glock spit, I rock out dolo, don't need no posse
Violent, stop it, you niggas ain't even 'bout shit

[Verse 2: Hotboii]
JP, he put fifty rounds on the shotty for real
No RPs, I'd rather catch a body for him
I was gone, first I couldn't put some diamonds in my grill
And you know I'm from the South so I be shinin' when I chill
I told you how I feel, I'm just tryna keep it real
They offered me a mil', I know my worth, so f*ck a deal
My nigga in the sky, I don't even know how to feel
Might tell you I'm alright, but this really how I feel
Death gettin' close to me
Gon' keep the steel so whenever it's approaching me
I love my son, that nigga, he mean the most to me
Guns and funds, can't nothin' keep lil' bro from me

[Chorus: Project Youngin]
'Bout my niggas, no more tears, we want them bodies
And when it's pressure, we gon' stretch you, we ain't hidin'
Wildin', I make one call, then they slidin'
JP, he put fifty rounds on the shotty
I'm a whole different nigga off them jiggas, out my body
If I'm drivin' up, I'm shootin', don't give a f*ck, just know I'm 'bout it
Glock spit, I rock out dolo, don't need no posse
Violent, stop it, you niggas ain't even 'bout shit