BodyRock

Yeah, talking to a ghost inside my room
Feel like Lil' Sosa here
Ain't no pussies in the trap right now
It's nothing but soldiers here
Watch your fucking mouth
When you come shop
Cause you'll get rolled in here

Bando serving
It ain't nothing but pounds and fucking mold in here
Grab lil' mama by her waist and told her
"Please come over here"
Ran a million up, it only took me bout a quarter a year
Demon, put that strong-ass blunt of za out
I can barely hear

I got a witch tryna' ride my back
But I got this broomstick
Tryna' end my young nigga beef
But it might can't be fixed
All this water on my neck, I'm getting seasick
Lives getting lost in these streets
People is grieving

Brand new cutter out the box
I smell like blood and Baccarat
Any Op who come with crazy talk
He get karate chopped
Backend 60K, I copped another watch, I need a stock
The Heckler Koch will make his knees buckle
Then his body rock

Politicking, tryna make 'em understand this money shit
But now I don't give a fuck
Cause the other side be on some funny shit
Loading up this rifle while I'm looking at no Jumper clips
Duct tape on extensions
When I'm empty, flip it, pop it in

You don't know my pain
I swear the streets done took like fifty friends
Cash been in the cell, ain't seen that nigga since like 2010
Dre done beat an L, them niggas lucky
They had dodged the pen

Three or four or seven down Rockdale County
Had bound twin
Courtney told on Sean on that murder
It don't make no damn sense
I be having strains online
I'm having bandwidth
Demons want my soul in these streets, I keep a crucifix
Making sure my blicks up to par, I'm having numerous

Yeah, talking to a ghost inside my room
Feel like Lil' Sosa here
Ain't no pussies in the trap right now
It's nothing but soldiers here
Watch your fucking mouth
When you come shop cause you'll get rolled in here

Bando serving
It ain't nothing but pounds and fucking mold in here
Grab lil' mama by her waist and told her
"Please come over here"
Ran a million up, it only took me bout a quarter a year
Demon, put that strong-ass blunt of za out, I can barely hear

I got a witch tryna ride my back
But I got this broomstick
Tryna end my young nigga beef
But it might can't be fixed
All this water on my neck, I'm getting seasick
Lives getting lost in these streets, people is grieving

Brand new cutter out the box
I smell like blood and Baccarat
Any Op who come with crazy talk
He get karate chopped
Backend 60K, I copped another watch, I need a stock
The Heckler Koch will make his knees buckle
Then his body rock

Body rock
Body rock
Body rock