"BodyRock" lyrics

Yeah, talkin' to a ghost inside my room, feel like Lil' Sosa here
Ain't no pussies in the trap right now it's nothing but soldiers here
Watch your fuckin' mouth when you come shop 'cause you'll get rolled in here
Bando servin', it ain't nothin' but pounds and fuckin' mold in here
Grab lil' mama by her waist and told her, "Please come over here"
Ran a million up, it only took me bout a quarter a year
Demon, put that strong-ass blunt of za out, I can barely hear
I got a witch tryna ride my back, but I got this broomstick
Tryna end my young nigga beef, but it might can't be fixed
All this water on my neck, I'm getting seasick
Lives gettin' lost in these streets, people is grievin'
Brand new cutter out the box, I smell like blood and Baccarat
Any opp come who come with crazy talk, he get karate chopped
Backend 60K, I copped another watch, I need a stock
The Heckler Koch'll make his knees buckle, then his body rock

Politickin', tryna make 'em understand this money shit
But now I don't give a fuck 'cause the other side be on some funny shit
Loading up this rifle while I'm looking at No Jumper clips
Duct tape on extensions, when I'm empty, flip it, pop it in
You don't know my pain, I swear the streets done took like fifty friends
Cash been in the cell, ain't seen that nigga since like 2010
[?] done beat an L, them niggas lucky, they had dodged the pen'
Three or four of seven down Rockdale County, had bound twin
Courtney told on Sean on that murder, it don't make no damn sense
I be havin' strains online, I'm having bandwidth
Demons want my soul in these streets, I keep a crucifix
Makin' sure my blicks up to par, I'm havin' numerous

Yeah, talkin' to a ghost inside my room feel like Lil' Sosa here
Ain't no pussies in the trap right now it's nothing but soldiers here
Watch your fuckin' mouth when you come shop 'cause you'll get rolled in here
Bando servin', it ain't nothin' but pounds and fuckin' mold in here
Grab lil' mama by her waist and told her, "Please come over here"
Ran a million up, it only took me bout a quarter a year
Demon, put that strong-ass blunt of za out, I can barely hear
I got a witch tryna ride my back, but I got this broomstick
Tryna end my young nigga beef, but it might can't be fixed
All this water on my neck, I'm getting seasick
Lives gettin' lost in these streets, people is grievin'
Brand new cutter out the box, I smell like blood and Baccarat
Any opp come who come with crazy talk, he get karate chopped
Backend 60K, I copped another watch, I need a stock
The Heckler Koch'll make his knees buckle, then his body rock

Body rock
Body rock
Body rock
Body rock