It's a body, Pt. 2

You niggas not who you thought you was
Uh, lot of hate and a lot of love
Uh, you niggas not who you thought you was
Yeah, it's a lot of hate and it's a lot of love

My back hurts but not as much as it does to kill you all
Dolo and for ya squads
Test me I'm tearing y'all from limb to limb
Make them small but without the Pym particles
Swearing them boys like barnacles
Fuck being an artiste, I'm trying to be a murderer
First, second and third degree the way I'm burning them
I would rather watch you die than make amends
I would rather make some ends than make some friends
Rather stay in the house cause if I step out cops gone take me in
I happen to be something of a scientist myself
I know that fire needs oxygen, I'll snuff you out no help
By golly, my bodies is piling up
I thought I told y'all boys that the jig is up
So check it, now I'm dumping out the roof
DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO-DO
Drive past, guns flash, now these niggas can't recoup
And these boys got no movement like yo tire with a boot
Kick in the door if they hating, tell them niggas give me the loot

Big BG
Yo bitch pussy playing peek-a-boo with me right now

First things first
The front don't work
That chain is fake
That bezel gone burst
My whole gang slid back to Texas
Please lil nigga do get murked
I'm stupid and violent that shat can get merched
I would hate to call Tree cause that nigga worse
3k gone shoot and he don't need a perc
My bitch got a Glock in the thong in the skirt

First things first, rest in peace Baby Mills bitch
You wonder why I ain't outside?
Cause currently I am not on all my pills bitch
And one of these niggas will die
I'm not faking the funk, boy these niggas is fronting, Pharrell
For real?
For real
For real?
For real
These niggas virtually tough, Code Lyoko
I'm bout to slide on the beat like Rasputia
Yeah Chain want Milli and I'm coocoo for Coco
Consistently throw hoes away like I'm Future
My vibe is unmatched and my wisdom Confucius
I told my bitch I got to put me first Lucious
Her booty is brazy, her brain is on stupid
Ain't shit in her noggin so why would I use it?
And I don't be bragging, but my dick too long for me and all of my hoes to be feuding

Aye, first things first
The front don't work
That chain is fake
That bezel gone burst
My whole gang slid back to Texas
Please lil nigga do get murked
I'm stupid and violent that shat can get merched
I would hate to call Tree cause that nigga worse
3k gone shoot and he don't need a perc
My bitch got a Glock and a bomb in her purse