When it rain I make them bodies drop
Yuh, aye
Yeah
Uh
Yeah, yeah, what
Climbin' up out the dungeon, yuh
Cheddar my Glock, I'm boutta get buck
Let's hunt
Line 'em up bitch I'm bussin'
Tote it in public
Bitch I run shit, yuh
How you gonna talk that mess when you just f*cked your older cousin, aye
Flesh to flesh and neck to neck off the Robitussin, woah
Pick a fight
Never run
You's a bitch
You's a punk
You's a pussy with a gun
I'm a natty with a pump
Quickscope aim assist
Trigger boom you done
I'm pissin' on your grave with my middle fingers up
Automatic locked and loaded
Problematic off a potion
Poppin' acid loss of focus
F*ck the masses I'm the chosen
Choppa go confetti
When it rain I make them bodies drop
Turn your brain spaghetti
While your girl give me that sloppy top
Swervin' off the Henny
Sticky icky got me noddin' off
Pussy don't you tempt me
I'ma send your ass to talk to God
You can't look at my conversation we created
Bitch we getting paid
All of my opposition getting wasted while I'm still on stage
Me and J-RAA on the beat like riding in a Escalade
Training for the best
You cannot kill me you aiming for the chest
Bullet proof vest on body never left
Shooting from the roof
Blame it on the feds
Took a couple L's
Now I get respect
Ringing your bell
Never got a text
Visit a riot
Don't show up as a guest
As I call collect
At the president
Make crucifix
Hang him by his neck
Now he real suppressed
Like the muzzle right on top of my
Choppa go confetti
When it rain I make them bodies drop
Turn your brain spaghetti
While your girl give me that sloppy top
Swervin' off the Henny
Sticky icky got me noddin' off
Pussy don't you tempt me
I'ma send your ass to talk to God
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When it rain I make them bodies drop
Yuh, aye
Yeah
Uh
Yeah, yeah, what
Climbin' up out the dungeon, yuh
Cheddar my Glock, I'm boutta get buck
Let's hunt
Line 'em up bitch I'm bussin'
Tote it in public
Bitch I run shit, yuh
How you gonna talk that mess when you just f*cked your older cousin, aye
Flesh to flesh and neck to neck off the Robitussin, woah
Pick a fight
Never run
You's a bitch
You's a punk
You's a pussy with a gun
I'm a natty with a pump
Quickscope aim assist
Trigger boom you done
I'm pissin' on your grave with my middle fingers up
Automatic locked and loaded
Problematic off a potion
Poppin' acid loss of focus
F*ck the masses I'm the chosen
Choppa go confetti
When it rain I make them bodies drop
Turn your brain spaghetti
While your girl give me that sloppy top
Swervin' off the Henny
Sticky icky got me noddin' off
Pussy don't you tempt me
I'ma send your ass to talk to God
You can't look at my conversation we created
Bitch we getting paid
All of my opposition getting wasted while I'm still on stage
Me and J-RAA on the beat like riding in a Escalade
Training for the best
You cannot kill me you aiming for the chest
Bullet proof vest on body never left
Shooting from the roof
Blame it on the feds
Took a couple L's
Now I get respect
Ringing your bell
Never got a text
Visit a riot
Don't show up as a guest
As I call collect
At the president
Make crucifix
Hang him by his neck
Now he real suppressed
Like the muzzle right on top of my
Choppa go confetti
When it rain I make them bodies drop
Turn your brain spaghetti
While your girl give me that sloppy top
Swervin' off the Henny
Sticky icky got me noddin' off
Pussy don't you tempt me
I'ma send your ass to talk to God
Yuh, aye
Yeah
Uh
Yeah, yeah, what
Climbin' up out the dungeon, yuh
Cheddar my Glock, I'm boutta get buck
Let's hunt
Line 'em up bitch I'm bussin'
Tote it in public
Bitch I run shit, yuh
How you gonna talk that mess when you just f*cked your older cousin, aye
Flesh to flesh and neck to neck off the Robitussin, woah
Pick a fight
Never run
You's a bitch
You's a punk
You's a pussy with a gun
I'm a natty with a pump
Quickscope aim assist
Trigger boom you done
I'm pissin' on your grave with my middle fingers up
Automatic locked and loaded
Problematic off a potion
Poppin' acid loss of focus
F*ck the masses I'm the chosen
Choppa go confetti
When it rain I make them bodies drop
Turn your brain spaghetti
While your girl give me that sloppy top
Swervin' off the Henny
Sticky icky got me noddin' off
Pussy don't you tempt me
I'ma send your ass to talk to God
You can't look at my conversation we created
Bitch we getting paid
All of my opposition getting wasted while I'm still on stage
Me and J-RAA on the beat like riding in a Escalade
Training for the best
You cannot kill me you aiming for the chest
Bullet proof vest on body never left
Shooting from the roof
Blame it on the feds
Took a couple L's
Now I get respect
Ringing your bell
Never got a text
Visit a riot
Don't show up as a guest
As I call collect
At the president
Make crucifix
Hang him by his neck
Now he real suppressed
Like the muzzle right on top of my
Choppa go confetti
When it rain I make them bodies drop
Turn your brain spaghetti
While your girl give me that sloppy top
Swervin' off the Henny
Sticky icky got me noddin' off
Pussy don't you tempt me
I'ma send your ass to talk to God
Writer: Jacob Rau, Montazz Jackson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid