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Jody Video (MV)




Performed By: Scrilla Gu
Language: English
Length: 2:13
Written by: Gregory Bufford




Scrilla Gu - Jody Lyrics
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Scrilla
Imma young boss nigga, so I feel like Ricky
Ate
Pull up to your block like Keanu Reeves (John Wick)
Pull up with that chop, big shells like pumpkin
Seeds
Purple denim, Bally belt, Prada sneaks
Put some lead in your bubble since a nigga think he testin' me
Trill was right by my side, when that 40 got the dumpin'
I'ma have to let them bullets fly, he think he up to somethin'
I got more blues than they mood when I hit
The scene
I got more green than that lean that you niggas drink
A nigga said he was gon' kill me, that's just what he think
I got more rounds in his chop than a boxing ring
Shoot his ass where his glasses at, now he
Can't see
We gon' pass some sticks to each other like a track meet
Put my pros before these hoes, money only thing attract me
But I still get the mental from a bitch like a type beat
I just popped a perc, hit a bitch and f*cked up her minks
I got Kirby on me right now, that's a lot of pinks (and some blues)
And it's still free, my OG and my uncle till they out the bink
I ain't tryna rumble, show that gun do if you tryna link
Whole lot of dirty money on me, tryna dodge the stings
Used to have hoes in my shoes, I got them from rinks
Now I'm drippin' like a faucet, f*cking hoes all on the sink
Buddy always rap about pros, but don't even ping
Boy, I got the juice, feel like Pac, but won't cross my team
Trill, that's my dog, I be tellin' that nigga everything
Tryna get a Million, that's a goal, not a f*ckin' dream
Ballin' on these nigga like Kobe or Kyrie
Fat faces chasin' me like Professor Ogilvie
I got clothes from overseas, I don't do it locally
Bad bitch, freak in my ear, she like, choke me
Buddy still live with his momma, he like Jodie
Strong arm the pack, do my dance, make him shop with me
Bitch, I feel like Carl, the 40 Lenny, always next to me
Splash comin' off my body, f*cked her off Hennessy
Scat pack, do a donut, she ain't catchin' me
Racks pokin' out my pocket, I can't even take a seat
Quick to see the foul, blow the pole like a referee
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English

Scrilla
Imma young boss nigga, so I feel like Ricky
Ate
Pull up to your block like Keanu Reeves (John Wick)
Pull up with that chop, big shells like pumpkin
Seeds
Purple denim, Bally belt, Prada sneaks
Put some lead in your bubble since a nigga think he testin' me
Trill was right by my side, when that 40 got the dumpin'
I'ma have to let them bullets fly, he think he up to somethin'
I got more blues than they mood when I hit
The scene
I got more green than that lean that you niggas drink
A nigga said he was gon' kill me, that's just what he think
I got more rounds in his chop than a boxing ring
Shoot his ass where his glasses at, now he
Can't see
We gon' pass some sticks to each other like a track meet
Put my pros before these hoes, money only thing attract me
But I still get the mental from a bitch like a type beat
I just popped a perc, hit a bitch and f*cked up her minks
I got Kirby on me right now, that's a lot of pinks (and some blues)
And it's still free, my OG and my uncle till they out the bink
I ain't tryna rumble, show that gun do if you tryna link
Whole lot of dirty money on me, tryna dodge the stings
Used to have hoes in my shoes, I got them from rinks
Now I'm drippin' like a faucet, f*cking hoes all on the sink
Buddy always rap about pros, but don't even ping
Boy, I got the juice, feel like Pac, but won't cross my team
Trill, that's my dog, I be tellin' that nigga everything
Tryna get a Million, that's a goal, not a f*ckin' dream
Ballin' on these nigga like Kobe or Kyrie
Fat faces chasin' me like Professor Ogilvie
I got clothes from overseas, I don't do it locally
Bad bitch, freak in my ear, she like, choke me
Buddy still live with his momma, he like Jodie
Strong arm the pack, do my dance, make him shop with me
Bitch, I feel like Carl, the 40 Lenny, always next to me
Splash comin' off my body, f*cked her off Hennessy
Scat pack, do a donut, she ain't catchin' me
Racks pokin' out my pocket, I can't even take a seat
Quick to see the foul, blow the pole like a referee
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Writer: Gregory Bufford
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