Full Cups
Yeah yeah yeah
Whoa whoa whoa
Yuh yuh yuh
These bitches playing dirty told 'em meet me at the body shop
They caught me in the kitchen now we busy taking body shots
Pillies on the ground so the neighbours went and called the cops
We melting by the speakers told 'em fuck it turn the volume up
I said that I was done turns out I have just begun
Eyes up to the sky I feel like my time has come
I'm gonna keep on going, yeah I'm in this for the long run
I'm in this for the long run, ain't taking shit from no-one
I'm tryna buy a Lambo I'm tryna cop a Benz
2 mil, 5 mil, maybe even 10
Cop a Cuban chain, VVS that don't pretend
Buy a big old house with a driveway on a bend
I'm getting hate I know I am I feel it when I talk
I'm getting funny looks but they're looking at me walk
Say they do not give a shit I know I'm getting stalked
Say they do not care but I feel like I'm being hawked
I'm tryna chase the money but there's bitches in the way
Running in reverse and they keep laughing in my face
My eyes reflecting blue but all these hunnids turning grey
Open up the mosh pit that's how we start our days
These bitches playing dirty told 'em meet me at the body shop
They caught me in the kitchen now we busy taking body shots
Pillies on the ground so the neighbours went and called the cops
We melting by the speakers told 'em fuck it turn the volume up
Woke Stu represent that is what I do
Yeah she fucked with me and then she fucked with the whole crew
Take another sip so I can try forget 'bout you
People telling me that all the rumours here are true
Body shot, body shot, take another body shot
Body shot, body shot, take another body shot
They sleeping on Sleepy now look at him go
Checking the vibe got it under control
He losing his mind now he letting it go
Stacking up racking up switching his flow
Where will he be next, oh-no we'll never know
Maybe we'll catch him backstage with his hoes
Their eyes all wide got the stuff on their nose
Or maybe he'll have them all touching their toes
These bitches playing dirty told 'em meet me at the body shop
They caught me in the kitchen now we busy taking body shots
Pillies on the ground so the neighbours went and called the cops
We melting by the speakers told 'em fuck it turn the volume up
Whoa whoa whoa
Yuh yuh yuh
These bitches playing dirty told 'em meet me at the body shop
They caught me in the kitchen now we busy taking body shots
Pillies on the ground so the neighbours went and called the cops
We melting by the speakers told 'em fuck it turn the volume up
I said that I was done turns out I have just begun
Eyes up to the sky I feel like my time has come
I'm gonna keep on going, yeah I'm in this for the long run
I'm in this for the long run, ain't taking shit from no-one
I'm tryna buy a Lambo I'm tryna cop a Benz
2 mil, 5 mil, maybe even 10
Cop a Cuban chain, VVS that don't pretend
Buy a big old house with a driveway on a bend
I'm getting hate I know I am I feel it when I talk
I'm getting funny looks but they're looking at me walk
Say they do not give a shit I know I'm getting stalked
Say they do not care but I feel like I'm being hawked
I'm tryna chase the money but there's bitches in the way
Running in reverse and they keep laughing in my face
My eyes reflecting blue but all these hunnids turning grey
Open up the mosh pit that's how we start our days
These bitches playing dirty told 'em meet me at the body shop
They caught me in the kitchen now we busy taking body shots
Pillies on the ground so the neighbours went and called the cops
We melting by the speakers told 'em fuck it turn the volume up
Woke Stu represent that is what I do
Yeah she fucked with me and then she fucked with the whole crew
Take another sip so I can try forget 'bout you
People telling me that all the rumours here are true
Body shot, body shot, take another body shot
Body shot, body shot, take another body shot
They sleeping on Sleepy now look at him go
Checking the vibe got it under control
He losing his mind now he letting it go
Stacking up racking up switching his flow
Where will he be next, oh-no we'll never know
Maybe we'll catch him backstage with his hoes
Their eyes all wide got the stuff on their nose
Or maybe he'll have them all touching their toes
These bitches playing dirty told 'em meet me at the body shop
They caught me in the kitchen now we busy taking body shots
Pillies on the ground so the neighbours went and called the cops
We melting by the speakers told 'em fuck it turn the volume up
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Writer(s): Matthew Vian
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