BODYCOUNT (feat. Jasiah)
Ayy, what? Yeah, um (Haha, I fucked that ...)
I make music (And that's on God, two times)
For people who go to school to fight instead of learn, ha
(And she gon' get me naked)
I'm, I'm too ...
Haha (I can't even) Look, yeah, look
Yeah, huh, woo (On my mouth)
(I'm not a ...) Hey
(That's all I got, hold on, that's all I got)
Ayy, yeah
We gon' stomp him out (What?)
He talkin' way too fuckin' much (Yeah)
What's there to talk about?
He's speakin' crazy out his neck
So we gon' walk him down (What?)
We at your house 'cause you ain't comin' out (Mm-mm)
What's the body count?
We gon' stomp him out (Out)
He talkin' way too fuckin' much (Yeah)
What's there to talk about? (Yeah)
He's speakin' crazy out his neck
So we gon' walk him down (What?)
We at your house 'cause you ain't comin' out (Mm-mm)
What's the body count?
Put my ..., her forehead, pretty ..., gimme neck
I'ma replace your face when I dump out this lead (Baow)
Put the blunt out on your baby, what he say? I can't hear it (Stupid)
It's too loud, and it's laced, and I don't motherfuckin' care (Uh, uh, uh)
Gettin' stupid cash, but please don't ask, I'm gettin' greedy, ayy
Count a hundred bands and then I laugh, you hoes be needy, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
Big clip in the bag, don't wear no mask, I hope you see me, ayy
Seven figures in the bag, ain't finna bring it back, my niggas be eatin', ayy, huh? (Okay, okay)
Put a L right on your shit like a Lexus is
I bought my guns straight from Tex' like Alexis is
Bitch, hit yo' neck, make it spin like The Exorcist (Huh? What? Um)
Sentimental ..., she don't get no text (Yeah, brrt)
Ice all on my wrist 'cause there's slits on them (Yeah)
As-salamu alaykum, piece on my hip (Yeah, look)
Oh, you got money, do you? X-ray vision, see right through you, uh
You should meet this ruler, it cut through you, Freddy Krueger, uh (Yeah, ayy)
That ... Kryptonite (Yeah), she suck my ..., I'm feelin' super, huh (Yeah)
Stuffed money in my pillow (Hey), had a dream like Martin Luther, uh (Hey, hey)
We gon' stomp him out
He talkin' way too fuckin' much (Yeah)
What's there to talk about? (Huh?)
He's speakin' crazy out his neck
So we gon' walk him down (What?)
We at your house 'cause you ain't comin' out (Mm-mm)
What's the body count?
We gon' stomp him out
He talkin' way too fuckin' much (Yeah)
What's there to talk about?
He's speakin' crazy out his neck
So we gon' walk him down (What?)
We at your house 'cause you ain't comin' out (Mm-mm)
What's the body count? (Stupid)
I make music (And that's on God, two times)
For people who go to school to fight instead of learn, ha
(And she gon' get me naked)
I'm, I'm too ...
Haha (I can't even) Look, yeah, look
Yeah, huh, woo (On my mouth)
(I'm not a ...) Hey
(That's all I got, hold on, that's all I got)
Ayy, yeah
We gon' stomp him out (What?)
He talkin' way too fuckin' much (Yeah)
What's there to talk about?
He's speakin' crazy out his neck
So we gon' walk him down (What?)
We at your house 'cause you ain't comin' out (Mm-mm)
What's the body count?
We gon' stomp him out (Out)
He talkin' way too fuckin' much (Yeah)
What's there to talk about? (Yeah)
He's speakin' crazy out his neck
So we gon' walk him down (What?)
We at your house 'cause you ain't comin' out (Mm-mm)
What's the body count?
Put my ..., her forehead, pretty ..., gimme neck
I'ma replace your face when I dump out this lead (Baow)
Put the blunt out on your baby, what he say? I can't hear it (Stupid)
It's too loud, and it's laced, and I don't motherfuckin' care (Uh, uh, uh)
Gettin' stupid cash, but please don't ask, I'm gettin' greedy, ayy
Count a hundred bands and then I laugh, you hoes be needy, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
Big clip in the bag, don't wear no mask, I hope you see me, ayy
Seven figures in the bag, ain't finna bring it back, my niggas be eatin', ayy, huh? (Okay, okay)
Put a L right on your shit like a Lexus is
I bought my guns straight from Tex' like Alexis is
Bitch, hit yo' neck, make it spin like The Exorcist (Huh? What? Um)
Sentimental ..., she don't get no text (Yeah, brrt)
Ice all on my wrist 'cause there's slits on them (Yeah)
As-salamu alaykum, piece on my hip (Yeah, look)
Oh, you got money, do you? X-ray vision, see right through you, uh
You should meet this ruler, it cut through you, Freddy Krueger, uh (Yeah, ayy)
That ... Kryptonite (Yeah), she suck my ..., I'm feelin' super, huh (Yeah)
Stuffed money in my pillow (Hey), had a dream like Martin Luther, uh (Hey, hey)
We gon' stomp him out
He talkin' way too fuckin' much (Yeah)
What's there to talk about? (Huh?)
He's speakin' crazy out his neck
So we gon' walk him down (What?)
We at your house 'cause you ain't comin' out (Mm-mm)
What's the body count?
We gon' stomp him out
He talkin' way too fuckin' much (Yeah)
What's there to talk about?
He's speakin' crazy out his neck
So we gon' walk him down (What?)
We at your house 'cause you ain't comin' out (Mm-mm)
What's the body count? (Stupid)
Credits
Writer(s): Malachi Pate, Garth Best, Clifford Myrtil
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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