BODY!

I gotta pour up like deuce in my BODY!
She braggin' bout cash, talkin' bout Carti
Driving itself I ain't walkin'
She wanted a bag, I'm dropping chanelly
Can't brag about bitch I be barkin'
Been poppin' em pills I ain't do no molly
You talking that shit, you ain't bout it
My XD my bitch you ain't got nobody
On body on body on body
DEVA too turnt put it on my thottie
On thottie on thottie on thottie
I ain't need a chop talking bout karate
On rottie on rottie on rottie
My new pit barkin' on somebody
Im talkin' to god he told me to drop him
I feel like I'm him, my jeans is Miyake
I'm 17 but I got a Patek on my wrist
Young trappa out sippin' on tris
My ex bitches bad, my new bitch is pissed
I ain't got no bop but you getting flipped
Up in the scene but you gettin' skipped
I totte my choppa's getting too hot bout to put a toe tag in his shit
Permanent blood bitch I ain't missed
Mosh pit, I got hella bitches that been talking hella fuck shit
Bitch you out your mind, you ain't bad, you just suck dick
Come get your mans, he got knocked out his outfit
Last time got shot and I spin back and popped him
I gotta pour up like deuce in my BODY!
She braggin' bout cash, talkin' bout Carti
Driving itself I ain't walkin'
She wanted a bag, I'm dropping chanelly
Can't brag about bitch I be barkin'
Been poppin' em pills I ain't do no molly
You talking that shit, you ain't bout it
My XD my bitch you ain't got nobody
On body on body on body
DEVA too turnt put it on my thottie
On thottie on thottie on thottie
I ain't need a chop talking bout karate
On rottie on rottie on rottie
My new pit barkin' on somebody
Im talkin' to god he told me to drop him
I feel like I'm him, my jeans is Miyake



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