Shotty Fa' Dat Body
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Aha
Keep a shotty for that body
Mr. Wish a nigga would
Pop out Playwitit on my garments
Mr. Wish a nigga could
Two three years we riding foreign
With the trunks up in the hoods
No more crying no more mourning
Mama everything good
Now let me get back to this 12 gauge
I call her ass beautiful
Rack it back and just imagine
What this bitch would do to you
Bang Let it Rang
Like she off of High School Musical
Plead the fifth then lawyer up
No prints then it ain't provable
Beat that case ain't show no face
Just don't run up in my place
This the family of the sacred
Before you play just say your grace
Shoutout to my nigga Heavy
Beat the block up with that bass
RIP to NIP a marathon
It aint no race but on the way
I copped a couple poles
Just to keep us safe
I might have to wipe a nigga nose
Whatever YB say
Yeah I'm the man
And all these hoes be in a nigga face
Hell is you saying
I can't propose, No I just want the cake
Can't do no ring bitch
What the fuck you mean bitch
Tried to give you my heart
But all you wanted was my green bitch
So turn yo ass over
While I put dick in yo spleen bitch
You with me or against me
No it ain't no in between bitch
Yeah I'm the one
Shawty ask me why I started rapping
Cause this shit was fun
Momma ask me why I started trapping
Cause I needed funds
Yeah you know what I do
But you don't know what I done
I got too much to lose
That's why I'm strapped up with this gun
Yeah, Yeah
Ahahahaha
Fuck a nigga talking 'bout
Make a nigga walk it out
(What) Mane I wasn't finna do another verse
Till Bass Heavy put this beat up in a
Muhhfuckin hearse, so you know
What I had to do, I had to muhhfuckin' murk
Mane it's like I'm going crazy
Mane it's like I'm goin berserk
Got me turned up off this crown
Yeah it's 'bout to go down
Two Two Threes, Five Five Six
Take yo pick, Got hell of rounds
And my fragrance is profound
Lil Versace plus some loud
Niggas floating in the clouds
Staying way above the crowds
Aye
Keep that shotty for dat muhhfuckin' body, mane don't ask me if I hit yo Bitch, cause Ima Tell you probably
Got a white girl from the bay
She told me I could call her Holly
Cuz she popping back to back
Them bitches hitting, call them Ali
Yeah I'm going state to state
Got a lot up on my plate
Money hungry, that's the only thing
That's fucking with my weight
So don't go asking if I ate
If you ain't talking that cake
Cause this shotty for that body
Fuck around and be yo fate
Yeah
Ahahahaha
Playwitit
Yeah yeah yeah
Aha
Keep a shotty for that body
Mr. Wish a nigga would
Pop out Playwitit on my garments
Mr. Wish a nigga could
Two three years we riding foreign
With the trunks up in the hoods
No more crying no more mourning
Mama everything good
Now let me get back to this 12 gauge
I call her ass beautiful
Rack it back and just imagine
What this bitch would do to you
Bang Let it Rang
Like she off of High School Musical
Plead the fifth then lawyer up
No prints then it ain't provable
Beat that case ain't show no face
Just don't run up in my place
This the family of the sacred
Before you play just say your grace
Shoutout to my nigga Heavy
Beat the block up with that bass
RIP to NIP a marathon
It aint no race but on the way
I copped a couple poles
Just to keep us safe
I might have to wipe a nigga nose
Whatever YB say
Yeah I'm the man
And all these hoes be in a nigga face
Hell is you saying
I can't propose, No I just want the cake
Can't do no ring bitch
What the fuck you mean bitch
Tried to give you my heart
But all you wanted was my green bitch
So turn yo ass over
While I put dick in yo spleen bitch
You with me or against me
No it ain't no in between bitch
Yeah I'm the one
Shawty ask me why I started rapping
Cause this shit was fun
Momma ask me why I started trapping
Cause I needed funds
Yeah you know what I do
But you don't know what I done
I got too much to lose
That's why I'm strapped up with this gun
Yeah, Yeah
Ahahahaha
Fuck a nigga talking 'bout
Make a nigga walk it out
(What) Mane I wasn't finna do another verse
Till Bass Heavy put this beat up in a
Muhhfuckin hearse, so you know
What I had to do, I had to muhhfuckin' murk
Mane it's like I'm going crazy
Mane it's like I'm goin berserk
Got me turned up off this crown
Yeah it's 'bout to go down
Two Two Threes, Five Five Six
Take yo pick, Got hell of rounds
And my fragrance is profound
Lil Versace plus some loud
Niggas floating in the clouds
Staying way above the crowds
Aye
Keep that shotty for dat muhhfuckin' body, mane don't ask me if I hit yo Bitch, cause Ima Tell you probably
Got a white girl from the bay
She told me I could call her Holly
Cuz she popping back to back
Them bitches hitting, call them Ali
Yeah I'm going state to state
Got a lot up on my plate
Money hungry, that's the only thing
That's fucking with my weight
So don't go asking if I ate
If you ain't talking that cake
Cause this shotty for that body
Fuck around and be yo fate
Yeah
Ahahahaha
Playwitit
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Writer(s): Joseph White
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