Bbodiez (feat. Seph, Eleven Thirteen, Tera & Novastein)

You're a loser, you're a motherfuckin bozo
What I'm smoking on is strong and its fucking up the ozone
They miss their shots when I go prone
Uh yall niggas not comp need to go home

He don't want pressure, don't want no Paul Walker crash
Grab a tesla, cut it out boy I'm fed up
B-bodiez bodiez, put you on a stretcher
We hit a stain on you then go listen to Ke$ha
Oh boy you messed up, them hollows tips they got you leakin
Need a checkup, pussy tryna come check sum
Nigga not finna check nun, geeked cuz he got a check huh
And if you think that tick gone save you it's a setup

Ima catch a body they don't know that it's a set up
Big bag on me gonna leave em dead bruh
I been making money on my own that's why I'm flexed up
I think you a bitch, bro you need to get a check up
I got thirty on my waist, spending twenty on a headband
If he talking down put a bounty on his head man
Folding under pressure so we fill him up with lead man
Feeling like a zombie, I ain't talking deadman

Oh you can't tell me I'll feel better
It's so dumb and I can't tell ya
He gon' pull me over ima drop paraphernalia
It's so fucked and it's so broken
I can't take it put a glocky right to his head
Feelin fucked up wish you were in my shoes instead
Copy paste it look around there's nothing else left
It's like everyday I'm not feeling right, fuck out my head
Yea, go, go, go, ya she gon' suck me while I'm dashin' on the road
She a thot bitch
Options
Ima pull up put one in his cock-pit
He not feeling good pussy boy was feeling nauseous

Wait what go crazy leave his body in a coffin
When I take the oxycodone feeling fucking nauseous
Bark no bite ugh always fucking talking
Running to the bag going fast I'm not jogging
Why u always gotta bitch so much
Always crying like a bitch boy
I feel like I'm Seph all my troops on deploy
I cant get distracted by no motherfukin decoy
Ballin for the motherfukin city like I'm Leroy

Walk in the store if it see it imma cop em
You don't make money nigga that's your fuckin problem
You niggas really be my sons I popped the condom
And if he really got a problem we can solve em
No, no more
No no
No more
You niggas are weird you beef through keyboards
I know it's hard but watch it get harder
You niggas acting weird cuz you never had a father

You're a loser, you're a motherfuckin bozo
What I'm smoking on is strong and its fucking up the ozone
They miss their shots when I go prone
Uh yall niggas not comp need to go home

He don't want pressure, don't want no Paul Walker crash
Grab a tesla, cut it out boy I'm fed up
B-bodiez bodiez, put you on a stretcher
We hit a stain on you then go listen to Ke$ha
Oh boy you messed up, them hollows tips they got you leakin
Need a checkup, pussy tryna come check sum
Nigga not finna check nun, geeked cuz he got a check huh
And if you think that tick gone save you it's a set
B-bodiez bodiez



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Writer(s): Caponeti
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