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Catch A Body (Meek Mill Diss)

Catch A Body (Meek Mill Diss) Lyrics Cassidy

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[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

[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
Dag, all burnt the fuck up
You shoulda been learnt that I was turnt the fuck 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 fuck, corny
I think this nigga Meek Millz got a crush on me
I'm doin' me, I ain't worryin' 'bout your monkey ass
It look like this nigga wearin' a monkey mask
You trash, don't get gassed with your flunky ass
You lasted like a year or two, but your career through
You terrible, why the fuck would I be scared of you?
What the hell you tellin' Cass with your yellin' ass?
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 fuck outta here
I'mma put you on the entrée
It's fucked 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 dick 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 fucked my girl, that's bullshit
But me and my wife had a ménage 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 Sisqó 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 fuckin' belt
I'mma body you, so you could ghost write for your fuckin' self
I don't wanna hear nothin' else
Yo, just go cut your dick off and go fuck your self

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