Out Yo Body (feat. BCA Ealey)

Jump out yo body I got my blicky I'm screaming f*ck how this shit go My 9 my bitch and ill get freaky with her Ima finger f*ck my hoe These FN bullets they come from rifles They piercing through yo car door Run with that sack like number thirty four Straight outta Jackson go get you a Bo Aye turn the lights off we don't need em I got some shiny on my wrist F*ck niggas Bms for no reason Then I check 'em off my list These hoes be creeping on they own Niggas dying behind this shit So what the f*ck I look like Running round here tripping over a bitch I jump in the coupe and you know it's push start I roll up some cookies and it came out a jar I roll up a wood while you stuffing a gar My boy popped a bean and I'm leaning off bars Don't think this shit sweet cause we flipping ya car Ya talking that shit it won't get ya too far Not know in the world in my hood ima star Feel like i be spitting these niggas not hard These nigga be slow I just pick up the paste Then pick up ya bitch and go f*ck on ha face Lil bitch wanna lay up I can't I gotta play My mind on the green and my gang BCA I hit me a lick and I'm gone to the A I feel like the Klan cause I'm counting up K's I'm hard on a bitch I won't give her a hey Unless she sucking some dick or bringing a play I'm serving a P when I'm clutching my stick My foot on they neck and designer my kicks They thought I was out but I'm bussing down bricks I been in trap and been plotting on some licks Got the drop on a opp cause I'm fucking his bitch I'm straight from the gutta yea straight from the sip You play with the gang we gone end this shit quick Just try to run off see how slimy shit gets Jump out yo body I got my blicky I'm screaming f*ck how this shit go My 9 my bitch and ill get freaky with her Ima finger f*ck my hoe These FN bullets they come from rifles They piercing through yo car door Run with that sack like number thirty four Straight outta Jackson go get you a Bo Aye turn the lights off we don't need em I got some shiny on my wrist F*ck niggas Bms for no reason Then I check 'em off my list These hoes be creeping on they own Niggas dying behind this shit So what the f*ck I look like Running round here tripping over a bitch I play my role These hoes gone play you to the left That's if you let 'em I play along She come drop that head off then I'm gone No text reply DND my phone No text reply DND my shit Say you got exotic nigga that ain't it Middle fingers to a nigga or a bitch Yea Green beam on yo head like a LED She got dumb brain call it GED How you stepping but calling on JPD I don't give a f*ck tell em SMD I hop out of the whip with a SMG Swing this bitch with no caution you DIE Get yo bitch cause she can't get enough of me You want smoke let's get it It's up with me Want smoke let's get it we want it all Nigga we can meet up and have a standoff All these rack in my pockets can't carry no wallet This money keep holding my pants down I can give you some knowledge got Bo's of exotic We get it and shipping it through the town You can call twelve the feds or whoever Let them bitches know it's man down if you Jump out yo body i got my blicky I'm screaming f*ck how this shit go My nine my bitch and ill get freaky with her Ima finger f*ck my hoe These FN bullets they come from rifles They piercing through yo car door Run with that sack like number 34 Straight outta Jackson go get you a Bo Aye turn the lights off we don't need em I got some shiny on my wrist F*ck niggas Bms for no reason Then I check 'em off my list These hoes be creeping on they own Niggas dying behind this shit So what the f*ck I look like Running round here tripping over a bitch