bbodiez (feat. seph, Eleven Thirteen, Tera & Novastein)

You're a loser, you're a motherfuckin bozo What I'm smoking on is strong and its fucking up the ozone They miss their shots when I go prone Uh yall niggas not comp need to go home He don't want pressure, don't want no Paul Walker crash Grab a tesla, cut it out boy I'm fed up B-bodiez bodiez, put you on a stretcher We hit a stain on you then go listen to Ke$ha Oh boy you messed up, them hollows tips they got you leakin Need a checkup, pussy tryna come check sum Nigga not finna check nun, geeked cuz he got a check huh And if you think that tick gone save you it's a setup Ima catch a body they don't know that it's a set up Big bag on me gonna leave em dead bruh I been making money on my own that's why I'm flexed up I think you a bitch, bro you need to get a check up I got thirty on my waist, spending twenty on a headband If he talking down put a bounty on his head man Folding under pressure so we fill him up with lead man Feeling like a zombie, I ain't talking deadman Oh you can't tell me I'll feel better It's so dumb and I can't tell ya He gon' pull me over ima drop paraphernalia It's so fucked and it's so broken I can't take it put a glocky right to his head Feelin fucked up wish you were in my shoes instead Copy paste it look around there's nothing else left It's like everyday I'm not feeling right, fuck out my head Yea, go, go, go, ya she gon' suck me while I'm dashin' on the road She a thot bitch Options Ima pull up put one in his cock-pit He not feeling good pussy boy was feeling nauseous Wait what go crazy leave his body in a coffin When I take the oxycodone feeling fucking nauseous Bark no bite ugh always fucking talking Running to the bag going fast I'm not jogging Why u always gotta bitch so much Always crying like a bitch boy I feel like I'm Seph all my troops on deploy I cant get distracted by no motherfukin decoy Ballin for the motherfukin city like I'm Leroy Walk in the store if it see it imma cop em You don't make money nigga that's your fuckin problem You niggas really be my sons I popped the condom And if he really got a problem we can solve em No, no more No no No more You niggas are weird you beef through keyboards I know it's hard but watch it get harder You niggas acting weird cuz you never had a father You're a loser, you're a motherfuckin bozo What I'm smoking on is strong and its fucking up the ozone They miss their shots when I go prone Uh yall niggas not comp need to go home He don't want pressure, don't want no Paul Walker crash Grab a tesla, cut it out boy I'm fed up B-bodiez bodiez, put you on a stretcher We hit a stain on you then go listen to Ke$ha Oh boy you messed up, them hollows tips they got you leakin Need a checkup, pussy tryna come check sum Nigga not finna check nun, geeked cuz he got a check huh And if you think that tick gone save you it's a set B-bodiez bodiez