Busy Body
Imma busy body I can't trust nobody (nah)
Imma busy body I can't trust nobody (never)
Imma busy body I can't trust nobody
Imma Imma Imma
Mild mannered piece of shit yeah
I'm a fuckin' lunatic told that bitch to suck a dick she boutta take a fuckin lick
You hear these rhymes? I'm fuckin' sick
Like orphan children from the slums got me bangin' on these drums (aye)
I asked yo ass for fuckin' help you tried to put me on the shelf
But JTHEVISIONARY'S fuckin back and this time it's for good (good)
I put that on my hood (hood)
You really though you could (could)
Drag my name right through the dirt expect that shit to hurt
Imma busy body I can't trust nobody (nah)
Imma busy body I can't trust nobody (fuck no)
Imma busy body I can't trust nobody (never)
Imma Imma (aye)
All you fuckin' lames wanna hang me out to dry, (aye)
But I am eternal bitch I can never die (aye)
Feelin' all alone here and there but look at this
Got no more fake friends take they ass up off the list (yeah aye) (list)
Take they ass up of the list
They don't check on me so I shouldn't give a shit (shit)
So I shouldn't give a shit (no, no, no)
And I couldn't give a shit (nope)
Imma busy body I can't trust nobody (never)
Imma busy body I can't trust nobody (never)
Imma busy body I can't trust nobody (no)
Imma Imma Imma
Mild mannered piece of shit yeah I'm a fuckin' lunatic
Mild mannered piece of shit yeah I'm a fuckin' lunatic (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm a fuckin' lunatic (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm a fuckin' lunatic
I'm a fuckin' lunatic
I'm a fuckin' lunatic
Ridin with the stickas ion like you niggas
I might fuck her bestfriend 'cuz I'm like fuck you bitches
Made a hunnid thousand in like one month
Twenty thousand nigga in like one month!
I got big 40s I got big glocks
30 Glocks on everything like nigga watch talking bout it?
Pull up to a nigga head like what's the shit that he just said up on the internet?
Pussy nigga walk about it!
Money in my pockets fill up in these jeans!
Bitch I really came up off of triple beams
Coke on the stove watch me whip it up!
Bitches on my phone but I ain't pickin up!
If it ain't bout no money I can't fuck the bitch
Had to pull up with the 40 I can't trust the bitch
If it ain't really bout no money imma cut the bitch
All my niggas really gonna fuck this bitch
Imma busy body I can't trust nobody (never)
Imma busy body I can't trust nobody
Imma Imma Imma
Mild mannered piece of shit yeah
I'm a fuckin' lunatic told that bitch to suck a dick she boutta take a fuckin lick
You hear these rhymes? I'm fuckin' sick
Like orphan children from the slums got me bangin' on these drums (aye)
I asked yo ass for fuckin' help you tried to put me on the shelf
But JTHEVISIONARY'S fuckin back and this time it's for good (good)
I put that on my hood (hood)
You really though you could (could)
Drag my name right through the dirt expect that shit to hurt
Imma busy body I can't trust nobody (nah)
Imma busy body I can't trust nobody (fuck no)
Imma busy body I can't trust nobody (never)
Imma Imma (aye)
All you fuckin' lames wanna hang me out to dry, (aye)
But I am eternal bitch I can never die (aye)
Feelin' all alone here and there but look at this
Got no more fake friends take they ass up off the list (yeah aye) (list)
Take they ass up of the list
They don't check on me so I shouldn't give a shit (shit)
So I shouldn't give a shit (no, no, no)
And I couldn't give a shit (nope)
Imma busy body I can't trust nobody (never)
Imma busy body I can't trust nobody (never)
Imma busy body I can't trust nobody (no)
Imma Imma Imma
Mild mannered piece of shit yeah I'm a fuckin' lunatic
Mild mannered piece of shit yeah I'm a fuckin' lunatic (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm a fuckin' lunatic (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm a fuckin' lunatic
I'm a fuckin' lunatic
I'm a fuckin' lunatic
Ridin with the stickas ion like you niggas
I might fuck her bestfriend 'cuz I'm like fuck you bitches
Made a hunnid thousand in like one month
Twenty thousand nigga in like one month!
I got big 40s I got big glocks
30 Glocks on everything like nigga watch talking bout it?
Pull up to a nigga head like what's the shit that he just said up on the internet?
Pussy nigga walk about it!
Money in my pockets fill up in these jeans!
Bitch I really came up off of triple beams
Coke on the stove watch me whip it up!
Bitches on my phone but I ain't pickin up!
If it ain't bout no money I can't fuck the bitch
Had to pull up with the 40 I can't trust the bitch
If it ain't really bout no money imma cut the bitch
All my niggas really gonna fuck this bitch
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Writer(s): Julian Huerta
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