Sayntt - Body Shots (feat. TB Da' Great)

Line em up, fuck em up, yeah, it's TB in this bitch
Gotta pop another bottle, shootin' shots all on the tits
Got me up in VIP, livin' lavish as it gets
Got my team, they always with me, every shooter, get a bitch
I been shootin', never miss, I just came in off the bench
Everybody say they miss me, doin' shit they can't forget
I'ma win, I'ma stand tall, bitch stand on
Money that I plan on, platforms that I expand on
Line em up, line em up, man, I'm talkin' bout these hoes
If the bitch don't own her house, she aint the bitch, that ima hold
Gotta get the money up, Out here thugging conscience cold
Gotta build it, then explain it, V and V, the starter stone
Now, all my stones shine, cookies got me so high
Niggas with me go time, I don't gotta throw the money
Make it with my eyes closed, hide those, racks up, found those
Fuckin' on these hoes, tell em I don't never ride slow
In the streets, I'm a king, but on the mic, a fuckin' beast
Any doubts that you was havin' bout TB, go delete
If I start applyin' pressure, two thousand and sixteen, don't repeat
Pussy niggas always talkin', now they victim to the streets
These pussy niggas talkin' shit, they actin' tough, they in the pitch
And I've been runnin' all this shit, so don't nobody run me up
I gotta get it one time, get it, get it, still shine
Money comin' in fine, and I'm trustin' my time
Look at me, look at me, got a shiny pinky ring
Wear my mama's ashes daily, fuck a chain, mom RIP
In the club, I fuck it up, TB murder every beat
Kill the pussy every time, so flip the match, just change the sheet
Fuck it up, and I fuck it up, that money come, I fuck it up
Them bitches come, I fuck it up, I never run, I fuck it up
I'm in the city with the plug, I'm throwin' cash, I got a stun
Niggas know I'm never just steps to the plate, hit these home runs, nigga

Written by:
Christopher Mitchell, Stefford Foster

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