"Body Ya" lyrics
"R.I.P." to the competition
Ugh
Funeral
Yeah
I got 'em
Ugh
Shout-out to my enemies, shout-out my competitors
Shout out to my mini-mes. I hope you do better, bruh
Better me, better you et cetera, et cetera
Shout-out to the followers—I will stay ahead of you
Big up to the haters, big up, all you little niggas
Bigging y'all up should make you feel a little bigger (Bigger)
Big up to the fake niggas from a real nigga
Fake niggas help you recognize the real niggas
Ugh, I'm a Brooklyn nigga anyhow
Closet looking like I opened up a Vinnie Styles
Bitches say we are the best
So mami in my jeans, PRPS
Yeah! Street Fi-di-di-di— Gang
Yeah! At you, like a Twitter name
Same place I see 'em, same place they chalk' 'em out
We speak Guapanese—come see what we talking 'bout
Holler at your homie, holler at your dog
Looking for the competition? Holler at the morgue
Once I say "Hi" to her, she gon' say "Bye" to you
If looks could kill, then my style might body you
B-b-body ya, b-b-body ya
If looks could kill, then my style might body ya
B-b-body ya, b-b-body ya (Yeah)
If looks could kill, my style might body ya
Shout-out to the groupies, shout-out to my ex (Ex)
Pro'ly saying, "Fuck me," so, shout-out to the sex (Haha)
Don't get mad at me 'cause I'm onto the next (Next)
All of this 'cause I ain't respond to your text? (Huh?)
Big up to you bum bitches in your ten-dollar dresses (I see y'all)
Big up to the big girls—y'all are so precious
Salty bitches try to raise a nigga blood pressure (Damn)
Grown little girls, do your mouth get any fresher? Huh?
Bet it ain't fresh as Loso
Monogrammed out, son, 'case you didn't know so
Flow so deadly, swag too murderous
Known for being nice—that don't mean "courteous"
This is nothing new, I'm not a beginner (Uh-uh)
I get big checks like the lottery winners
A boy dissing I? Boy, listen, I—
Kindly send him on his way—tell the mortician "Hi" (You better—)
Holler at your homie, holler at your dog
Looking for the competition? Holler at the morgue
Once I say "Hi" to her, she gon' say "Bye" to you
If looks could kill, then my style might body you
B-b-body ya, b-b-body ya
If looks could kill, then my style might body ya
B-b-body ya, b-b-body ya (Yeah)
If looks could kill, my style might body ya
What it look like, nigga?
It's Young Funeral (It's me)
Told y'all niggas I got this (I got this shit, nigga)
There is No Competition 2 (The Funeral Service)
What up, Dram'?
What it look like? (Huh?)
Huh?
What we talking, baby? (What we talking 'bout?)
These niggas is dead (What we talking 'bout?)
Yeah, I said it—"dead" (Hahaha)
Nice!
Niggas might as well lay down in a hole and throw dirt on they self
It's Funeral
Ugh
Funeral
Yeah
I got 'em
Ugh
Shout-out to my enemies, shout-out my competitors
Shout out to my mini-mes. I hope you do better, bruh
Better me, better you et cetera, et cetera
Shout-out to the followers—I will stay ahead of you
Big up to the haters, big up, all you little niggas
Bigging y'all up should make you feel a little bigger (Bigger)
Big up to the fake niggas from a real nigga
Fake niggas help you recognize the real niggas
Ugh, I'm a Brooklyn nigga anyhow
Closet looking like I opened up a Vinnie Styles
Bitches say we are the best
So mami in my jeans, PRPS
Yeah! Street Fi-di-di-di— Gang
Yeah! At you, like a Twitter name
Same place I see 'em, same place they chalk' 'em out
We speak Guapanese—come see what we talking 'bout
Holler at your homie, holler at your dog
Looking for the competition? Holler at the morgue
Once I say "Hi" to her, she gon' say "Bye" to you
If looks could kill, then my style might body you
B-b-body ya, b-b-body ya
If looks could kill, then my style might body ya
B-b-body ya, b-b-body ya (Yeah)
If looks could kill, my style might body ya
Shout-out to the groupies, shout-out to my ex (Ex)
Pro'ly saying, "Fuck me," so, shout-out to the sex (Haha)
Don't get mad at me 'cause I'm onto the next (Next)
All of this 'cause I ain't respond to your text? (Huh?)
Big up to you bum bitches in your ten-dollar dresses (I see y'all)
Big up to the big girls—y'all are so precious
Salty bitches try to raise a nigga blood pressure (Damn)
Grown little girls, do your mouth get any fresher? Huh?
Bet it ain't fresh as Loso
Monogrammed out, son, 'case you didn't know so
Flow so deadly, swag too murderous
Known for being nice—that don't mean "courteous"
This is nothing new, I'm not a beginner (Uh-uh)
I get big checks like the lottery winners
A boy dissing I? Boy, listen, I—
Kindly send him on his way—tell the mortician "Hi" (You better—)
Holler at your homie, holler at your dog
Looking for the competition? Holler at the morgue
Once I say "Hi" to her, she gon' say "Bye" to you
If looks could kill, then my style might body you
B-b-body ya, b-b-body ya
If looks could kill, then my style might body ya
B-b-body ya, b-b-body ya (Yeah)
If looks could kill, my style might body ya
What it look like, nigga?
It's Young Funeral (It's me)
Told y'all niggas I got this (I got this shit, nigga)
There is No Competition 2 (The Funeral Service)
What up, Dram'?
What it look like? (Huh?)
Huh?
What we talking, baby? (What we talking 'bout?)
These niggas is dead (What we talking 'bout?)
Yeah, I said it—"dead" (Hahaha)
Nice!
Niggas might as well lay down in a hole and throw dirt on they self
It's Funeral
