Body Parts (Prod By Murda)

Yah!

Young rich *****

Migos in the building

Young rich ***** ****, man

**** wrong with these *****s, man?

Go!

Yo' ***** wanna **** the squad

Cause she see exotic cars

Them *****s hating on your boy

Bow, bow, gruow, gruow

We got body parts

Young rich ***** tryna see a milli

I got *****s that'll get you for a meal ticket

I know *****s that remix, re-rock the whole chicken

I feel like the president, Richard Nixon

Gotta watch for them snake *****s plotting

Young rich *****

I'm walking around with the rocket

I ain't seen you in two years so how I **** with you?

I ain't even gon' touch you I'ma let my man's get you

I pull up and pop in the trunk and it looking like hopscotch, big blocks

Remember me hitting the juugs and licks, and ducking and dodging the cops

I feel like 2Pac, it's me against the world and I can't be stopped

Just me in the drop, came from holes in my sock, and now I got guap

Yo' ***** wanna **** the squad

Cause she see exotic cars

Them *****s hating on your boy

Bow, bow, gruow, gruow

We got body parts

Young rich ***** tryna see a milli

I got *****s that'll get you for a meal ticket

I know *****s that remix, re-rock the whole chicken

I feel like the president, Richard Nixon

Gruow, gruow, gruow we got body parts

I don't need no body guard, I just use my face card

In the kitchen frying fishes, got to come with tartar sauce

Call me Pastor Takeoff, healing *****s Peter Popoff

I'm A1 ***** no steak sauce

Baking the birdies, I'm having a bake-off

Extorting these *****s and money they pay off

These *****s got work but ain't working they laid off

I hide body parts like I'm Jeffrey Dahmer

A living legend, Ronald McDonald

My wrist ter****tor, but I am no Arnold

Football Xans, I call 'em Hey Arnold

Yo' ***** wanna **** the squad

Cause she see exotic cars

Them *****s hating on your boy

Bow, bow, gruow, gruow

We got body parts

Young rich ***** tryna see a milli

I got *****s that'll get you for a meal ticket

I know *****s that remix, re-rock the whole chicken

I feel like the president, Richard Nixon

**** ***** talking hit 'em with extensions

Throw 'em in the river now the ***** missing

**** ***** tripping, not payin' attention

I hit 'em with semis he don't even see it

If I catch a body I'm gonna be innocent

Clear the whole scene and I'm leaving no witnesses

Everybody get it, even civilians

The only people that I spare is the children

Dissecting you *****s, take away your body parts

Karate chop that ***** like it's martial-arts

Shot that *****, left 'em at the park

Put the ***** ***** on a milk carton

My choppa banana-clipped, got a knife

Don't roll the dice *****, you risk your life

I'm pouring up lean on your grave-site

I throw him the bullet, he catch it like Jerry Rice

Ugh, **** a ***** cause it's Thug Life

Smoking good cause my plug right

200k sold on my debut release

200 felons locked up from the team

Popping 200 bottles the day they release

Yes, I am deceased, meaning I'm raiding from all of these sheets

Get Rich or Die Tryin' keep that on repeat

And all these ******* is trying to get on me

And I **** all of them hoes, got 2 cell phones, can't none of them call me