Body Count
Yeah, yeah, yeah (ayy)
Ayy, yeah, yeah
(Sledgren)
Said that she looking for sympathy
I told her to find it
I don't give a fuck about that shit, had to remind her
Big joint in my ashtray, blue hundreds the fast way
I ain't got no time to argue, she just want the last say (let's get it)
White girl, white girl
I just pulled it out the pot, her ass fat
Hellcat, donuts in the parking lot
Used to be a runner, but you know I had to graduate
You can't get shit sitting on your ass, let that marinate
No EDD, no PPP
All you niggas broke again
Called her over just for top, she thinking we got hope again
Nah, bitch you wrong bitch (yo), I ain't Mr. Save a Hoe (yo)
Put this whole dick in your mouth and all you get is "Way to go"
Body count, body count
That bitch got a body count
My young nigga on the run and he got a body count
Body count, body count
That bitch got a body count
My young nigga on the run and he got a body count
Body count, body count
That bitch got a body count
My young nigga on the run and he got a body count
Body count, body count
That bitch got a body count
My young nigga on the run and he got a body count
All that ass, you super thick
I got flavors, take a pic
Told the cameraman to get my best side when he taking pics
Hold up, wait, I'm tripping I know every side my best side (yeah)
Off the lot hard top or drop, and I don't even test drive
Body count, body count
That bitch got a body count
Hold up, wait stop the beat
Stop assuming shit that's word-of-mouth
Take a dive, take a swim, we on that McQueen for sure
I be in her dreams for sure
Lights off when they creep for sure
Niggas still be pillow talking 'bout me that's some hoe shit, yeah
Ice so cold, ice so dope, guns and some mo' shit yeah
I fucked up like half the dishes in my mama's kitchen, yeah
I was taught to do that shit myself don't need no witness, yeah
Body count, body count
That bitch got a body count
My young nigga on the run and he got a body count
Body count, body count
That bitch got a body count
My young nigga on the run and he got a body count
Body count, body count
That bitch got a body count
My young nigga on the run and he got a body count
Body count, body count
That bitch got a body count
My young nigga on the run and he got a body count
Yo, uh, yo, yo
(I swear) yo, yo, yo, yo (check it)
Yo, yo, yo, yo
(Sledgren) yo, yo, yo, yo
Ayy, yeah, yeah
(Sledgren)
Said that she looking for sympathy
I told her to find it
I don't give a fuck about that shit, had to remind her
Big joint in my ashtray, blue hundreds the fast way
I ain't got no time to argue, she just want the last say (let's get it)
White girl, white girl
I just pulled it out the pot, her ass fat
Hellcat, donuts in the parking lot
Used to be a runner, but you know I had to graduate
You can't get shit sitting on your ass, let that marinate
No EDD, no PPP
All you niggas broke again
Called her over just for top, she thinking we got hope again
Nah, bitch you wrong bitch (yo), I ain't Mr. Save a Hoe (yo)
Put this whole dick in your mouth and all you get is "Way to go"
Body count, body count
That bitch got a body count
My young nigga on the run and he got a body count
Body count, body count
That bitch got a body count
My young nigga on the run and he got a body count
Body count, body count
That bitch got a body count
My young nigga on the run and he got a body count
Body count, body count
That bitch got a body count
My young nigga on the run and he got a body count
All that ass, you super thick
I got flavors, take a pic
Told the cameraman to get my best side when he taking pics
Hold up, wait, I'm tripping I know every side my best side (yeah)
Off the lot hard top or drop, and I don't even test drive
Body count, body count
That bitch got a body count
Hold up, wait stop the beat
Stop assuming shit that's word-of-mouth
Take a dive, take a swim, we on that McQueen for sure
I be in her dreams for sure
Lights off when they creep for sure
Niggas still be pillow talking 'bout me that's some hoe shit, yeah
Ice so cold, ice so dope, guns and some mo' shit yeah
I fucked up like half the dishes in my mama's kitchen, yeah
I was taught to do that shit myself don't need no witness, yeah
Body count, body count
That bitch got a body count
My young nigga on the run and he got a body count
Body count, body count
That bitch got a body count
My young nigga on the run and he got a body count
Body count, body count
That bitch got a body count
My young nigga on the run and he got a body count
Body count, body count
That bitch got a body count
My young nigga on the run and he got a body count
Yo, uh, yo, yo
(I swear) yo, yo, yo, yo (check it)
Yo, yo, yo, yo
(Sledgren) yo, yo, yo, yo
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Writer(s): Jeannette Boling
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