Body Ya - Album Version (Edited)

Shout out to my enemies, shout out my competitors

Shout out to my mini-me's,

I hope you do better, brah

Better me, better you, etcetera, etcetera

Shout out to the followers,

I will stay ahead of you

Big up to the haters, big up all you low niggas

Biggin' you all up should make you feel a little bigger

Big up to the fake niggas from a real nigga

Fake niggas, help you recognize a real nigga

Uh, I'm a

Brooklyn nigga anyhow

Closet lookin' like

I opened up a

Vinnie's Styles

Bitches say, "We are the best"

So mami in my jeans

PRPSYeah, street fitted in a gang

Yeah, at you like a

Twitter name

Same place

I see 'em, same place they chalk 'em out

We speak gwap-enese, come see what we talkin' 'bout

Holla at your homie, holla at your dog

Lookin' for the competition, holla at them all

Once I say hi to her, she gonna say bye to ya

If looks could kill then my style might body ya

B-b-body ya, b-b-body ya

If looks could kill, then my style might body ya

B-b-body ya, b-b-body ya

If looks could kill, then my style might body ya

Shout out to the groupies, shout out to my ex

Probably sayin' fuck me so shout out to the sex

Don't get mad at me 'cause

I'm on to the next

All of this because

I ain't respond to your text

Big up to you bum bitches and your ten dollar dresses

Big up to the big girls, y'all are so precious

Salty bitches tryin' to raise a nigga blood pressure

Grown little girls, do yo' mouth get any fresher?

Huh? But it ain't fresh as

LosoMonogrammed out, son, case you didn't know so

Flow so deadly, swag too murderous

Known for bein' nice, that don't mean courteous

This is nothin' new,

I'm not a beginner

I get big checks like a lottery winner

Her boy dissin' ah, boy, listen ah

Kindly sent him on his way, tell the mortician hi

You better holla at your homie, holla at your dog

Lookin' for the competition, holla at them all

Once I say hi to her, she gonna say bye to ya

If looks could kill then my style might body ya

B-b-body ya, b-b-body ya

If looks could kill, then my style might body ya

B-b-body ya, b-b-body ya

If looks could kill, then my style might body ya

What it look like, nigga?

It's Young

FuneralTold y'all niggas

I got this shit nigga

There Is No

Competition 2:

The Funeral

ServiceWhat up

Dram'? What it look like?

Huh? What we talkin', baby?

What we talkin' 'bout?

These niggas is dead

What we talkin' 'bout?

Yeah, I said it, dead, nice

Niggas might as well lay down in a hole

And throw dirt on they self

It's funeral