Cash BFD - Body Em'
Uh yo the twins on me like Venus and SerenaFeeling like beanie man its keys in the beamer
These niggas rap a lil bit but my flow meaner
Bars stuck all in ya head just like gina nigga
And real rap man these niggas is lying
Cock back what I never seen these niggas with iron
They gone run up on who tell them niggas to try it
It aint gone be nothing funny when them niggas is dying facts
Them niggas that you think is tough I used to fight for em
You think them niggas got bars I used to write for em
He talking tough behind the wall ill send a kite for em
Niggas is pussy back page its on sight for em
I been swift with the blade nigga ill get you cut
Stab a nigga dead in his neck homie the jig is up
I get money I don't care what a herb say
Plus my bitch badder than I was in the third grade
Oh my connect that nigga bring that order round
Code word mc Donalds that mean I need a quarter pound
We get busy don't make me send the squad at you
Flex on me ima spit more than some bars at you
Let that bread come up short berettas spit
Like a bad report card nigga I let it rip
A chest shot ill aim higher if you duck
Pull that ladder out the whip and then fire on ya truck nigga
They gone play this up in Harlem like its max b
And big L still the goat if you ask me
Ill kill these niggas with bars ill John gotti em
And all these rap niggas that's out yo ill body em
Written by:
Curtis Little
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