Most u niggas ain't betta den me
Copped Amiris put em right on my jeans
Balenciaga socks just for da feet
Givenchy hoodie right ova my tee
He copped da Cartis now his vision is clean
His shit lookin nice now my shit soundin mean
Stick break bones and ours got beams
Gettin stopped sir its not wat it seems
Free all my naybas dats doin dat jail time
Get em off of dat beach
Dat lil teddy bear doin hard time
Cuz he thought shit was sweet
My chizzys love da rock Memphis Bleek
We put a couple thou jus on da feet
You know we love to step jus keep it discreet
Dem pussy niggas hidin right up da street
Makin pesos off dem gringos
Brick talk dats da lingo
U dun kno how da ting goes
Shots fly out da window
I cant truss no treesha
Hit and get amnesia
Got price tags on my features
Broke boys watch from bleachers
Shmid Da Grid da teacha
Bumpin out ur speakers
Yo cuz let me touch dat dro real quick tho
P shit now im pimpin ur thot
Could be da reason dat we got da drop
G shit now we got it on lock
For 100s and 50s we takin ur block
Dont dare call ur bitch when she givin me top
You thought she was urs but she prolly not
She givin me head while im whippin da pot
I'm kickin her out while she talkin a lot
These bitches ain't mobbin like me
These bitches can't pop shit like me
These bitches is mad, lame, weird these bitches ain't poppin like me
In Miami in foreigns like me
Counting stacks every morning like me
These bitches ain't taking no flight to the D.R just for a weekend like me
Yea i'm putting on for my niggas
For these rap bitches sick yea they bitter
Like which bitch you know this cold, valid my competition in the mirror
Haters talking they shit we don't hear them
Got juice nah bitch I got the syrum
Yea all my niggas stay lavish vip niggas nah you can't get near 'em
Up in Benz 210 on the dash
Blunts to face Gucci print on my ass
Said lets go shopping he took me to Saks
If he f*cking with me then that nigga got to tax
In love with the money yea I love it fast
No creds in the streets then I give him a pass
Just like a thong I stay on bitches ass
Yiffy sent me a beat sent it back in a bag
Soufwestyiff - Body Bag (feat. Shmid Da Grid, Baddy & DJ Kaykay) Lyrics
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Most u niggas ain't betta den me
Copped Amiris put em right on my jeans
Balenciaga socks just for da feet
Givenchy hoodie right ova my tee
He copped da Cartis now his vision is clean
His shit lookin nice now my shit soundin mean
Stick break bones and ours got beams
Gettin stopped sir its not wat it seems
Free all my naybas dats doin dat jail time
Get em off of dat beach
Dat lil teddy bear doin hard time
Cuz he thought shit was sweet
My chizzys love da rock Memphis Bleek
We put a couple thou jus on da feet
You know we love to step jus keep it discreet
Dem pussy niggas hidin right up da street
Makin pesos off dem gringos
Brick talk dats da lingo
U dun kno how da ting goes
Shots fly out da window
I cant truss no treesha
Hit and get amnesia
Got price tags on my features
Broke boys watch from bleachers
Shmid Da Grid da teacha
Bumpin out ur speakers
Yo cuz let me touch dat dro real quick tho
P shit now im pimpin ur thot
Could be da reason dat we got da drop
G shit now we got it on lock
For 100s and 50s we takin ur block
Dont dare call ur bitch when she givin me top
You thought she was urs but she prolly not
She givin me head while im whippin da pot
I'm kickin her out while she talkin a lot
These bitches ain't mobbin like me
These bitches can't pop shit like me
These bitches is mad, lame, weird these bitches ain't poppin like me
In Miami in foreigns like me
Counting stacks every morning like me
These bitches ain't taking no flight to the D.R just for a weekend like me
Yea i'm putting on for my niggas
For these rap bitches sick yea they bitter
Like which bitch you know this cold, valid my competition in the mirror
Haters talking they shit we don't hear them
Got juice nah bitch I got the syrum
Yea all my niggas stay lavish vip niggas nah you can't get near 'em
Up in Benz 210 on the dash
Blunts to face Gucci print on my ass
Said lets go shopping he took me to Saks
If he f*cking with me then that nigga got to tax
In love with the money yea I love it fast
No creds in the streets then I give him a pass
Just like a thong I stay on bitches ass
Yiffy sent me a beat sent it back in a bag
Copped Amiris put em right on my jeans
Balenciaga socks just for da feet
Givenchy hoodie right ova my tee
He copped da Cartis now his vision is clean
His shit lookin nice now my shit soundin mean
Stick break bones and ours got beams
Gettin stopped sir its not wat it seems
Free all my naybas dats doin dat jail time
Get em off of dat beach
Dat lil teddy bear doin hard time
Cuz he thought shit was sweet
My chizzys love da rock Memphis Bleek
We put a couple thou jus on da feet
You know we love to step jus keep it discreet
Dem pussy niggas hidin right up da street
Makin pesos off dem gringos
Brick talk dats da lingo
U dun kno how da ting goes
Shots fly out da window
I cant truss no treesha
Hit and get amnesia
Got price tags on my features
Broke boys watch from bleachers
Shmid Da Grid da teacha
Bumpin out ur speakers
Yo cuz let me touch dat dro real quick tho
P shit now im pimpin ur thot
Could be da reason dat we got da drop
G shit now we got it on lock
For 100s and 50s we takin ur block
Dont dare call ur bitch when she givin me top
You thought she was urs but she prolly not
She givin me head while im whippin da pot
I'm kickin her out while she talkin a lot
These bitches ain't mobbin like me
These bitches can't pop shit like me
These bitches is mad, lame, weird these bitches ain't poppin like me
In Miami in foreigns like me
Counting stacks every morning like me
These bitches ain't taking no flight to the D.R just for a weekend like me
Yea i'm putting on for my niggas
For these rap bitches sick yea they bitter
Like which bitch you know this cold, valid my competition in the mirror
Haters talking they shit we don't hear them
Got juice nah bitch I got the syrum
Yea all my niggas stay lavish vip niggas nah you can't get near 'em
Up in Benz 210 on the dash
Blunts to face Gucci print on my ass
Said lets go shopping he took me to Saks
If he f*cking with me then that nigga got to tax
In love with the money yea I love it fast
No creds in the streets then I give him a pass
Just like a thong I stay on bitches ass
Yiffy sent me a beat sent it back in a bag
Writer: Baddy Baddy, Shmid Grid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid