Body Parts

[Intro: Quavo]

Yeah

Young rich nigga

Migos in the building

Young rich nigga shit, man

Fuck wrong with these niggas, man?

Go!

[Chorus: Quavo]

Yo' bitch wanna fuck the squad

Cause she see exotic cars

Them niggas hating on your boy

Bow, bow, gruow, gruow

We got body parts

Young rich nigga tryna see a milli

I got niggas that'll get you for a meal ticket

I know niggas that remix, re-rock the whole chicken

I feel like the president, Richard Nixon

[Verse 1: Quavo]

Gotta watch for them snake niggas plotting

Young rich nigga

I'm walking around with the rocket

I ain't seen you in two years so how I fuck with you?

I ain't even gon' touch you I'ma let my man's get you

I pull up and pop in the trunk and it looking like hopscotch, big blocks

Remember me hitting the juugs and licks, and ducking and dodging the cops

I feel like 2Pac, it's me against the world and I can't be stopped

Just me in the drop, came from holes in my sock, and now I got guap

[Chorus: Quavo]

Yo' bitch wanna fuck the squad

Cause she see exotic cars

Them niggas hating on your boy

Bow, bow, gruow, gruow

We got body parts

Young rich nigga tryna see a milli

I got niggas that'll get you for a meal ticket

I know niggas that remix, re-rock the whole chicken

I feel like the president, Richard Nixon

[Verse 2: Takeoff]

Gruow, gruow, gruow we got body parts

I don't need no body guard, I just use my face card

In the kitchen frying fishes, got to come with tartar sauce

Call me Pastor Takeoff, healing niggas Peter Popoff

I'm A1 nigga no steak sauce

Baking the birdies, I'm having a bake-off

Extorting these niggas and money they pay off

These niggas got work but ain't working they laid off

I hide body parts like I'm Jeffrey Dahmer

A living legend, Ronald McDonald

My wrist terminator, but I am no Arnold

Football Xans, I call 'em Hey Arnold

[Chorus: Quavo]

Yo' bitch wanna fuck the squad

Cause she see exotic cars

Them niggas hating on your boy

Bow, bow, gruow, gruow

We got body parts

Young rich nigga tryna see a milli

I got niggas that'll get you for a meal ticket

I know niggas that remix, re-rock the whole chicken

I feel like the president, Richard Nixon

[Verse 3: Offset]

Fuck nigga talking hit 'em with extensions

Throw 'em in the river now the nigga missing

Fuck nigga tripping, not payin' attention

I hit 'em with semis he don't even see it

If I catch a body I'm gonna be innocent

Clear the whole scene and I'm leaving no witnesses

Everybody get it, even civilians

The only people that I spare is the children

Dissecting you niggas, take away your body parts

Karate chop that nigga like it's martial-arts

Shot that nigga, left 'em at the park

Put the pussy nigga on a milk carton

My choppa banana-clipped, got a knife

Don't roll the dice nigga, you risk your life

I'm pouring up lean on your grave-site

I throw him the bullet, he catch it like Jerry Rice

[Verse 4: Machine Gun Kelly]

Ugh, fuck a bitch cause it's Thug Life

Smoking good cause my plug right

200k sold on my debut release

200 felons locked up from the team

Popping 200 bottles the day they release

Yes, I am deceased, meaning I'm raiding from all of these sheets

Get Rich or Die Tryin' keep that on repeat

And all these bitches is trying to get on me

And I fuck all of them hoes, got 2 cell phones, can't none of them call me