Bodies Drop
I know you ain't in the mood baby
But we got a lot of shit left to do baby, huh-yeah
Everything i do i do for you baby, huh-uh
It's just me and you in that coupe baby huh
Huh, and if a nigga try to play with you he gonn' die, huh
R.I.P to all my niggas in the sky
Huh, 223s hit 'em in the head now he ain't alive
Nah, I can't leave the crib without my 40 on my side
Got my shorty on my side, got my homies on my side
Run up on me you gonn' die, huh
Choppa on me wit' a big dick best believe we gonn' slide
Said he get more money boy don't try
Glock 23 make his momma cry
Bitch i'm high off zaqueesha
Niggas trynna act cool with me like i need em
Niggas trynna fuck with me cause of my money like shit
A nigga up now, now they wanna love me and shit
Bitch i'm going up i can't stop
Keep my hand on my glock
My niggas ain't worried 'bout no opps, nah
Bitch fuck 12 fuck them cops
Speak on gang you get popped
Said i'm from the bull where them bodies drop
I'm talkin' everyday shit baby i'm just sayin'
Talk on my brother i'm sprayin' em
Drac on me i'm layin' em
Fuck nigga think i'm playin' wit' em
I ain't playin' wit' em
I know you ain't in the mood baby
But we got a lot of shit left to do baby, huh-yeah
Everything i do i do for you baby, huh-uh
It's just me and you in that coupe baby huh
But we got a lot of shit left to do baby, huh-yeah
Everything i do i do for you baby, huh-uh
It's just me and you in that coupe baby huh
Huh, and if a nigga try to play with you he gonn' die, huh
R.I.P to all my niggas in the sky
Huh, 223s hit 'em in the head now he ain't alive
Nah, I can't leave the crib without my 40 on my side
Got my shorty on my side, got my homies on my side
Run up on me you gonn' die, huh
Choppa on me wit' a big dick best believe we gonn' slide
Said he get more money boy don't try
Glock 23 make his momma cry
Bitch i'm high off zaqueesha
Niggas trynna act cool with me like i need em
Niggas trynna fuck with me cause of my money like shit
A nigga up now, now they wanna love me and shit
Bitch i'm going up i can't stop
Keep my hand on my glock
My niggas ain't worried 'bout no opps, nah
Bitch fuck 12 fuck them cops
Speak on gang you get popped
Said i'm from the bull where them bodies drop
I'm talkin' everyday shit baby i'm just sayin'
Talk on my brother i'm sprayin' em
Drac on me i'm layin' em
Fuck nigga think i'm playin' wit' em
I ain't playin' wit' em
I know you ain't in the mood baby
But we got a lot of shit left to do baby, huh-yeah
Everything i do i do for you baby, huh-uh
It's just me and you in that coupe baby huh
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Writer(s): Jovani Carrillo
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