Body Body Body (Freestyle)

[Intro]

Hehehe

Hey, let's fuck around

Look

[Chorus]

Body, body, body, body (yeah)

I'ma need that right on me (ha)

(Yeah, let's have some fun, ah)

Now body, body, body, body (yeah)

I'ma need that right on me (waddup)

[Refrain]

Pick it up, she drop it low

I pick it up, she drop it low

I pick it up, she drop it low

I pick it up, yeah

[Chorus]

Now, body, body, body, body

I'ma need that right on me (look)

Now, body, body, body, body

I'ma need that right on me (Oh now in my bag though, yeah)

[Verse 1]

I got love for you, via cup for you

Beat it a couple times, just having a cuff on it

I never loved women, they outta time now

And since I had a baby girl, I'm in my vibe now

Who gon' fuck with us? One of the realest niggas

I got a million from Nima from being independent, feel it

Fear of God, zipper on, J. Lorenzo dog, let me get like four, bruh, uh

Folarin season, nigga stop sleepin'

Early morning hit a sermon, that be plot speakin'

Sweet pussy, sat days like I can't speak

Never ever, ever kiddin', bitch I don't play

Tell these mad rappers, I'ma lead this John Blaze

Stupid ass nigga, that was a reference to Mase

Remember the days, Harlem World, all the girls

Jealous guys still around and they in the way

[Chorus]

Shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty (yeah)

What these little bitches want from me?

(Do you ain't hear me? I said, I said)

Shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty

What these little bitches want from me?

Won't give em' a goddamn thing

[Verse 2]

Flows on flows, they float, they don't miss

Boats and hoes, my little rubber band, bitch

Coast to coast, like John Wall and Harden

My dogs in Palmer Park put paws on your posse

Impossible is nothing, I'm livin' it up

Indian soul, and shawty look like India Love

I'm into your love, I'm into your mind, into your vibe

It's in your stomach, and one day it'll get you to shine

The old album title

Was so-so with the sales, but did it without a writer

Somebody want a problem with us, better buy a bible or rifle

And hire a fire ass Nascar guy to drive

Yeah, I'm on my Earnhardt shit

Want my young niggas to earn y'all shit

Niggas think I ain't got the word out shit

Man, I know the little niggas that serve y'all shit

Pull up in the Ghost at the carry-out, bitch

Niggas never know about my whereabouts, bitch

Somewhere in Carol City, a carousel whip

Meaning there's so many horses it's like a marathon, bitch

[Chorus]

Body, body, body, body (yeah)

Can I get my cheek popped, please? Do it for my PYT

I wanna love you, pretty young thing

And that single still was platinum

'Cause academically they fuck with me

That's why I'm struggle-free, yeah

[Refrain]

They droppin' off, I'm pickin' up

They fallin' off, I'm fuckin' up

The fuckin' charts, they fuckin' up

'Cause I ain't on 'em, but me and Bonnie gon' see what's up (right)

[Verse 3]

I hope my woman ain't scorned

She see me on that Tidal, so her entitlement gone

I ain't findin' no wife, and that's probably 'cause of myself

Heaven knows mental health is a detriment to my wealth, nigga

Mahershala, let me rock

Shout out to Rockville, I was out in Lincoln Park

Up in Mark Twain with the savage

All my friends crazy, my bitches was the baddest

Iceberg shit, you thought it was one of the brothers

Shit ain't been the same, since I signed to Warner Brother

Double up the hate, all the shade, all the money

I'm tryna find a way to Audemar my little daughter

Shoutout to Baltimore, you ain't know it's like a war

Young niggas dyin', they tryna weather the storm

The Chi niggas shovelin' snow to weather the storm

And Chi niggas dyin' (no, no, but it go like)

[Chorus]

Body, body, bodies, bodies

Another black man dead in the street (hey, hey, look)

Bodies, bodies, bodies, bodies

They just don't like my people (black lives still matter to me)

One time

[Outro]

They droppin' off, I'm pickin' up

They droppin' off, I'm pickin' up

They droppin' off, I'm pickin' up (hey)

Now, body, body, bodies, bodies, what is...