Bodies ft. BusttDwn Lyrics

These bitches braggin' bout these bodies, they don't got they really cap as fuck

Its cool to not be killin' shit, you better get y'all rackies up

These bitches in these streets be snitches, they ain't really whackin' none

Speakin' on them bodies, fuck around and have your body touched

You better watch how you talkin', got a feelin' police watchin' us

I'm really startin' to trip out, how the fuck these folks keep poppin' up

I know you remember back in whats it called, we had all type of stuff

I ain't really tripping bout what's his name, he just like typing tough

I might have a problem, fell in love with sippin' Sprite and mud

I was hella young, I seen my brother turn into the plug

I done seen some folks lose it all and turn into a bum

I done fell off and bounce back, I think I am the one

I was talkin' shit when I was young, bitch, I was made for this

I remember spittin' rhymes for free, now I get paid to spit

They bitches singin' all my lyrics, now I know they hate the cake

I knew I was great when I was young, I couldn't wait to win

I never been the type to take no shit, bitch, I'ma make my ends

Jumped into the game, I'm makin' money, I ain't makin' friends

Killas waitin' for the green light, yeah, they can't wait to sin

I can't hang around no new faces, bitches play pretend

All these niggas fake, if you ask me, stay out the way

Pockets overweight, I got in the gym, but it's too late

I teach niggas how to ball, shit, I really teach 2K

You wanna make it out, but scared to put shit in they face

Fifth grade, they tried to play me, swear this shit not adding up

I was never passin' math, them bitches tried to say I'm dumb

I was stayin after school, talkin' bout shit that wasn't fun

2024, I'm thumbin' up, but still my hand gettin' numb

Got racks all in my pockets, they stuffed in this bitch like Mexicans

We jumped off the porch, jumped on the net and started makin' bands

Locked in with the kid, let's run it up and split the dividends

Why would I stay the same when I get rich, boy, I'm a different man

2024, stop claimin' bodies, you niggas ain't got it

Keep your business off IG like boy, you talkin' to the cops

Keep your gun from off your story if you know that hoe still hot

Keep your money off the net, that's how your pussy ass got got it

Bitches braggin' bout these bodies, they don't got that really cap as fick

Its cool to not be killin' shit, you better get your rackies up

Bitches in these streets be snitches, they ain't really wackin non

Speakin' on them bodies, fuck around and have your body touched

Better watch how you talkin', got a feelin', police watchin' us

I'm really startin' to trip out how the fuck these folks keep poppin' up

Know you remember back in what's it called, we had all type of stuff

I ain't really trip out, what's his name, he just like talking tough