On my body
I ain't tryna bother nobody Tryna get on my body
Tryna get in my body Fuckin' on my body
Fuckin' on my body Fuckin' on my body
Fuckin' on my body Late night call with my shorty
Yeah, yeah, she love me She, yeah, she want me
Yeah, yeah, I know she want me I'm tryna get to the top with my niggas I ain't playin' on my body Run up on me, you get bodied
I ain't really don't give a f- about nobody Ever since I was young, I was coolin
You speakin' my name, you don't even know me I'm makin' my way to the top, you don't know me
Slide through the night, I feel like a ghost Tell that little nigga, he ain't doin' the must when I pop outside, you know Imma post I started from the bottom, now I'm here
I chill with my dawgs, like, why you care? Sippin' the cup, you know we don't dare
We hittin' the club, we poppin' them bottles My shawty is bad, she look like a model you hatin' my name, you don't wanna squabble I dropped coupe with a Maybach, yeah
I f- that lil' bitch, I know how you stuck f- that lil' nigga, he talk like he tuff
He tried to say some shit, now you stuck
Yeah, Sippin' my drink till I can't no more
Getting some money, that's all I'm about you speakin' my name, tryna get clout
Rachy ass, bitches, be doin' the must Stop playin' with them sticks if you're not gonna blow
All of my shooters, they already on go
Switching' my flows, cause you know I'm the goat
If I'm hittin' my shot, I'm hittin' the post
Tryna get in my body Fuckin' on my body
Fuckin' on my body Fuckin' on my body
Fuckin' on my body Late night call with my shorty
Yeah, yeah, she love me She, yeah, she want me
Yeah, yeah, I know she want me I'm tryna get to the top with my niggas I ain't playin' on my body Run up on me, you get bodied
I ain't really don't give a f- about nobody Ever since I was young, I was coolin
You speakin' my name, you don't even know me I'm makin' my way to the top, you don't know me
Slide through the night, I feel like a ghost Tell that little nigga, he ain't doin' the must when I pop outside, you know Imma post I started from the bottom, now I'm here
I chill with my dawgs, like, why you care? Sippin' the cup, you know we don't dare
We hittin' the club, we poppin' them bottles My shawty is bad, she look like a model you hatin' my name, you don't wanna squabble I dropped coupe with a Maybach, yeah
I f- that lil' bitch, I know how you stuck f- that lil' nigga, he talk like he tuff
He tried to say some shit, now you stuck
Yeah, Sippin' my drink till I can't no more
Getting some money, that's all I'm about you speakin' my name, tryna get clout
Rachy ass, bitches, be doin' the must Stop playin' with them sticks if you're not gonna blow
All of my shooters, they already on go
Switching' my flows, cause you know I'm the goat
If I'm hittin' my shot, I'm hittin' the post
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Writer(s): Jacques Ngote
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