Price Of A Body lyrics

[Intro]
(Stove heat this up)

[Verse]
My b*tch too bad, my car too fast
Nah b*tch my life too fast, but I like too fast
f*ck it, we got get this cash
We gon' get this bag
n*gga don't you run up on me
I'm gon' grip this mag
Put some money on yo' head have you lookin' like a tiki, n*gga
Off codeine cups got me sleepy n*gga
Hi-Tec f*ckin' up the Yeezys n*gga
I be done popped a n*gga out his Tsubis
f*ck 'round pop a n*gga with this n*gga Uzi
f*ck 'round rob a n*gga with this groupie
n*gga thought he was gon' get some coochie
I'll fix some sh*t with this tooly
Semi-automatic, no fully
But it still pick n*ggas up it's a bully
n*gga creep on me, I caught 'em red handed, but blew in his face
Walk off lift up my hoodie
I'm done with these n*ggas, they really is pus*y
Gettin' brеad, but they really cookie
Gеt some head from the b*tch and then book it
I told her it's over, she misunderstood me
She came over the same night
I got head from the b*tch, but I told her she can't bite
'Cause she said my di*k taste nice
She just suck it, ain't no conversation it break ice
When you say my name, say it twice
Give a f*ck how we left off, b*tch better say it right
I chase the bank, I can't chase you I ain't the type
Strap with a switch like a alien tote it
Large ass whip like a Martian - rode it
Hollow tips spread leave you wide - open
Ain't no hold up my sh*t fully loaded
Sicker than covid, D-E on me like - coded
Red blue and green don't get color - coded
Extended mag like a Louie bag I f*cking tote it
And I got a 19 like Covid too
I'll brush you off my shoulders too
Why you so sick, yo' ho over you?
b*tch don't do sh*t, but what she told to do
Don't know what she spit on more my di*k or my shoes
But she clean 'em both, she the truth
Tell the truth I don't like none of these n*ggas
Y'all really just me to tell y'all I do, but I can't
Just like I'm posed to been stopped sipping this drank, n*gga I can't
My n*ggas telling me "Yac you the one, stop biting yo' tongue"
I'm like n*gga I ain't
I don't chat with these broke muhf*ckas, I laugh to the bank
He ain't did sh*t for you n*gga that ain't yo' gang
You lil' n*ggas just run around acting the same
[Chorus]
I don't sell no clothes, I just put tags up on these bodies
b*tch look at my clothes, you think I gotta rob somebody?
b*tch I'm smoking on biscotti
This sh*t loud like a Ducati
She said "What's that in the back?"
I said get back b*tch, that's a shotty
I don't sell no clothes, I just put tags up on these bodies
b*tch look at my clothes, you think I gotta rob somebody?
b*tch I'm smoking on biscotti
This sh*t loud like a Ducati
She said "What's that in the back?"
I said get back b*tch it's some bodies