Body Rock

Niggas steady talkin steady dissent steady hatin
Leave yo body rockin like Jamaicans
I been sprintin to the money I can't pace it
Sip that Remy raw baby I can't chase it

I'm in the Ville ho, I got a real bitch
She from Chicago, she like to drill shit
Still got the hammer, the woodgrain, the AK on me
MAXX was outside before the fame and they hated on me
See how I pull up, see how I came in, screamin out gang shit
I brought the whole gang in
You bet not try my niggas cuz they bout it bout it
Or you get filled wit bullets in yo body oddy

Niggas steady talkin steady dissent steady hatin
Leave yo body rockin like Jamaicans
I been sprintin to the money I can't pace it
Sip that Remy raw baby I can't chase it

We aint never too worried what a nigga be sayin
Nah nigga think I'm playin, I'll hop out like a fan
Man you all in the way, so I'm all in yo face
Big paw in a K, I hope yo mom and new pray
And I'm gettin big change baby, check out the chains baby
Just bought a piece of land, check out the range baby
615 Yeah I'm the hardest in the city, yeah I fuck wit niggas but niggas aint fuckin wit me

Niggas steady talkin steady dissent steady hatin
Leave yo body rockin like Jamaicans
I been sprintin to the money I can't pace it
Sip that Remy raw baby I can't chase it

I'm the one they talm (Talkin) bout, when they talm bout pop out
You the one they talm bout, when they talm bout cop outs
That nigga do that duckin and leanin, I bring the chop out
All you hear is thuddin and thumpin just like a knock out
I don't care care and I aint playin neither
Do him like a pain pill, pop him like a pain reliever
Young nigga cold wit the heater, up that fire up on anybody
When I was broke I had to hustle I aint have pity parties

Niggas steady talkin steady dissent steady hatin
Leave yo body rockin like Jamaicans
I been sprintin to the money I can't pace it
Sip that Remy raw baby I can't chase it



Credits
Writer(s): Elijah Caldwell
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