Lyrics to Who Did The Body
Mama
Ayy, they know I apply that pressure like a PSI
We gon' fold his ass in half like a DSi
I can tell he going broke, he sold his PS5
We gon' whoop 'em Gundam style, we call 'em PSY
I know you a head monster, why you acting shy?
Shot the bitch and started blushing, I was acting shy
I ain't even hit the blunt, I'm just acting high
Five shooters posted up, they the Jackson 5
Who did the body? Monaleo
Nigga was thinkin' I been in Brazil, I told him I'm chilling with Rio
I'm finna ball [?], I'm tryna get drunker than unc', tío
I been jumped in the water and earned my stripes, Finding Nemo
Yeah, stocked up on guns, I'm finna start trading
I'm finna stop showin' these bitches love, fuck it, I'm finna start hating
I pulled up on Rio Da Yung OG and this nigga had me waiting
See, whenever you let niggas slide, then they start skating
And I'm still on top like a header, nigga wanna lick me like a letter
I'm milking his ass for the cheddar, hit him over the head like a sweater
Told him it's just us, we tethered, who yo' bitch? Let me see, I'm better
Box him out of the circle, checkers, that broke-ass nigga a beggar
His bum ass said, "Big bro, can I tap the cup, please?"
I just wrapped the truck pink, all these rappers suck D
Linked him and the head was trash, can we wrap this up, please?
He trying his luck, he green, I don't give a fuck, I mean, ugh
Slime shit, the Urus truck green, what's in my cup? Lean
You know that Rio a fiend, what's on my tongue? A bean
Perc' got me fucking for a hour, she told me, "Get up, please."
What kind of weed is this? I need a hundred Ps
What kind of jeans is this? I might just come Celine
I ain't proposed, but I went to Woffy, a hundred bucks for a ring
Icebox, half a million dollars, I just got a couple things
The way I drive the Urus, you'll probably think that I'm racing
The way I don't fuck with niggas, you'll probably think I'm Caucasian
Can't talk back to a gangster, bitch, I'm 'bout smarter than a Asian
I'm in the club with a banger, I ain't got drugs, I'm angry
I'm in the hood with the spankers
Already got the back end, I might pull up later, I might not come at all
Five thirties in me, I might not come at all
Just got some head in the Louis store, that's how I come at malls
Did a twenty versus one, I tried to fuck 'em all
I told her, "Unlock the front door," but I might come through the wall
Me and Monaleo, how the fuck I shoot my shot and miss the fucking free throw?
Knock in the door, then bust through the peephole
Told lil' bro, "Calm down," 'fore we get another Rico
You got eleven bricks right now, shit, I just might come Rico
Fine shit got a deep throat, her pussy pretty, it stink though
Brought the bitch to Slam City, but you straight, you with me though
I'm drinking Quagen, my bitch drinking Titos
In Miami with some bad shit, we finna fuck on a speedboat
I walk around with a B roll, I told Phil get B-roll
I send my lil' brother on a skit, but they thought it was me though
Thirty shots, only [?] though
Louis head to toe, I might pop out in a peacock
When you carry a hundred shots, you don't really gotta reload
In a million-dollar crib, this bitch ain't got no screen though
Yo' baby daddy, call me big bro
I eat the pussy or something, you know I never lick toes
Just got off the phone with Lil Yachty, I'm finna go buy me a big boat
Of course you would've gave the pussy up free, but I just like to trick though
Ayy, they know I apply that pressure like a PSI
We gon' fold his ass in half like a DSi
I can tell he going broke, he sold his PS5
We gon' whoop 'em Gundam style, we call 'em PSY
I know you a head monster, why you acting shy?
Shot the bitch and started blushing, I was acting shy
I ain't even hit the blunt, I'm just acting high
Five shooters posted up, they the Jackson 5
Who did the body? Monaleo
Nigga was thinkin' I been in Brazil, I told him I'm chilling with Rio
I'm finna ball [?], I'm tryna get drunker than unc', tío
I been jumped in the water and earned my stripes, Finding Nemo
Yeah, stocked up on guns, I'm finna start trading
I'm finna stop showin' these bitches love, fuck it, I'm finna start hating
I pulled up on Rio Da Yung OG and this nigga had me waiting
See, whenever you let niggas slide, then they start skating
And I'm still on top like a header, nigga wanna lick me like a letter
I'm milking his ass for the cheddar, hit him over the head like a sweater
Told him it's just us, we tethered, who yo' bitch? Let me see, I'm better
Box him out of the circle, checkers, that broke-ass nigga a beggar
His bum ass said, "Big bro, can I tap the cup, please?"
I just wrapped the truck pink, all these rappers suck D
Linked him and the head was trash, can we wrap this up, please?
He trying his luck, he green, I don't give a fuck, I mean, ugh
Slime shit, the Urus truck green, what's in my cup? Lean
You know that Rio a fiend, what's on my tongue? A bean
Perc' got me fucking for a hour, she told me, "Get up, please."
What kind of weed is this? I need a hundred Ps
What kind of jeans is this? I might just come Celine
I ain't proposed, but I went to Woffy, a hundred bucks for a ring
Icebox, half a million dollars, I just got a couple things
The way I drive the Urus, you'll probably think that I'm racing
The way I don't fuck with niggas, you'll probably think I'm Caucasian
Can't talk back to a gangster, bitch, I'm 'bout smarter than a Asian
I'm in the club with a banger, I ain't got drugs, I'm angry
I'm in the hood with the spankers
Already got the back end, I might pull up later, I might not come at all
Five thirties in me, I might not come at all
Just got some head in the Louis store, that's how I come at malls
Did a twenty versus one, I tried to fuck 'em all
I told her, "Unlock the front door," but I might come through the wall
Me and Monaleo, how the fuck I shoot my shot and miss the fucking free throw?
Knock in the door, then bust through the peephole
Told lil' bro, "Calm down," 'fore we get another Rico
You got eleven bricks right now, shit, I just might come Rico
Fine shit got a deep throat, her pussy pretty, it stink though
Brought the bitch to Slam City, but you straight, you with me though
I'm drinking Quagen, my bitch drinking Titos
In Miami with some bad shit, we finna fuck on a speedboat
I walk around with a B roll, I told Phil get B-roll
I send my lil' brother on a skit, but they thought it was me though
Thirty shots, only [?] though
Louis head to toe, I might pop out in a peacock
When you carry a hundred shots, you don't really gotta reload
In a million-dollar crib, this bitch ain't got no screen though
Yo' baby daddy, call me big bro
I eat the pussy or something, you know I never lick toes
Just got off the phone with Lil Yachty, I'm finna go buy me a big boat
Of course you would've gave the pussy up free, but I just like to trick though
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