Lil Nocapz - Jumping Over Bodies Lyrics

      

Jumping Over Bodies
by Lil Nocapz
feat. YK Rambo

Intro: Lil Nocapz
(Ayy, long live Dre)
(O’Block raised me, Northside made me)
(OTF, bitch)
(Grrah, grrah, boom)
Ayy, yeah, we out for blood (Boom)
Drill for real, no cap, no bluff (Boom)

Verse 1: Lil Nocapz
We was creepin' in that Nissan, slidin' with a .30 (Skrrt)
He was dissin' Dre, we flipped him early, did him dirty (Grrah)
Jumpin' over bodies, mask on tight, no worries (Boom, boom)
Caught him with his shorty, left her screamin’ in a hurry (Ha)
Switches clappin’, ain't no lackin’, bitch, we trained for war (Brrt)
Tried to duck, we hit his cousin, now his face on floor (Face down)
Talkin' reckless on the ‘Gram, he got traced through a whore (Stupid)
Now his whole gang missin’, we keep uppin' the score (Grrah)
OTF, we don’t play, caught him lackin’ broad day (Nah)
Pistol pop like 808s, bullets bеatin' like it's Ye (Boom, boom)

Verse 2: Baby Slimee
Jumped out in dеsigner, mask tight, blick tucked (Blick)
Heard he chillin’ in the Heights, we spin back in the truck (Skrrt)
Heard his homie tried to run, but the Draco caught up (Boom)
Now his body on the curb, news truck pullin' up (Damn)
Lil bro just turned eleven, already caught a stain (Stain)
Taught him how to load the Glock before I taught him how to aim (Grrah)
They say we heartless, demons marchin’, soul snatchin’ gang (Facts)
He threw dirt on Dre name, now we pissin’ on his name (Woo)

Verse 3: Trigga Dell
We be steppin’ like the Army, but we deeper than Marines (March)
Lil Nocapz in the front, I’m on point with the beam (Brrt)
Heard his big homie hidin’, now we searchin’ through his team (Where he at?)
Caught his cousin in the store, now his hoodie full of steam (Boom, boom)
Don’t need no fame for a kill, we drill with no reward (Nah)
I lost my brother to a snake, now I talk with my sword (Slash)
If we spot ‘em, then we got ‘em, ain’t no time to record (Never)
Shot him at the drive-thru, fries flyin' on the floor (Ha!)

Verse 4: YK Rambo
Rambo really active, ask about me, check the stats (Bitch)
Put a bounty on his head, they brought it back in slacks (Facts)
They thought this was rap, 'til they saw his fitted cap (Boom)
Full of holes, now his name gettin’ tagged on apps (R.I.P)
His cousin cryin’ on live, sayin' "please bring him back" (Nah)
But where was y’all when we was ridin’ deep, dressed in black? (Where?)
That’s the karma of the trenches, that’s the price of talkin’ facts (Talkin’ shit)
Now it’s coffins, candles lit, and hoodies sayin’ he got whacked (Got whacked)

Outro: Lil Nocapz
(Yeah)
They took Dre, we took four, this a battlefield (Boom, boom)
Jumpin’ over bodies, this the drill they fear for real (Grrah)
No tweetin’, no cappin’, just action in the field (Let’s go)
This OTF and O'Block, we slide with steel (Skrrt)
Don’t speak on nothin' if you ain't been in that seat (Never)
Catch another opp and make his family weep (Boom, boom)
Dre, I told you, bro, I got us—now they all beneath (All of ‘em)
Next one say your name, he dyin’ in the street (Grrah, grrah!)