Bodies
I can't even lie bro I'd then em in the dirt
I don't want cap but Id then seen me on the shirt
And I won't flex but I'm the one that merk
I know i got em mad I put his brother in herse
Yeah I got heated I put his dead ass in verse
And Im smiling when shoot I walk down witta smirk
In the fields with eagles boy I'm all on ya turf
Yeah my name boat they rod my wave like surf
Hold up let me run it
Bout these damn bodies
Yeah I put em in the box like I'm roddy
Nah his momma crying cause her son memory
I know he miss dawg like pet cemetery
Boat why you tout that drake these hours they get scary
Can't say hi to my gun the trigger binary
All the opps like fruits We make sure them bitches get berried
You a virgin with this killing you ain't never a pop cherry
Tell me why the fuck would I ever slide for you
In that field by myself I ain't gotta tell you what I do
Every time I touch this mike man you know This shit the truth
Yo nigga did allat capping so we put his ass on mute
Cloud house
I can't even lie bro I'd then em in the dirt
I don't want cap but Id then seen me on the shirt
And I won't flex but I'm the one that merk
I know i got em mad I put his brother in herse
Yeah I got heated I put his dead ass in verse
And Im smiling when shoot I walk down witta smirk
In the fields with eagles boy I'm all on ya turf
Yeah my name boat they rod my wave like surf
I don't want cap but Id then seen me on the shirt
And I won't flex but I'm the one that merk
I know i got em mad I put his brother in herse
Yeah I got heated I put his dead ass in verse
And Im smiling when shoot I walk down witta smirk
In the fields with eagles boy I'm all on ya turf
Yeah my name boat they rod my wave like surf
Hold up let me run it
Bout these damn bodies
Yeah I put em in the box like I'm roddy
Nah his momma crying cause her son memory
I know he miss dawg like pet cemetery
Boat why you tout that drake these hours they get scary
Can't say hi to my gun the trigger binary
All the opps like fruits We make sure them bitches get berried
You a virgin with this killing you ain't never a pop cherry
Tell me why the fuck would I ever slide for you
In that field by myself I ain't gotta tell you what I do
Every time I touch this mike man you know This shit the truth
Yo nigga did allat capping so we put his ass on mute
Cloud house
I can't even lie bro I'd then em in the dirt
I don't want cap but Id then seen me on the shirt
And I won't flex but I'm the one that merk
I know i got em mad I put his brother in herse
Yeah I got heated I put his dead ass in verse
And Im smiling when shoot I walk down witta smirk
In the fields with eagles boy I'm all on ya turf
Yeah my name boat they rod my wave like surf
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Writer(s): Christopher Holmes
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