"Who Did The Body" lyrics

[Monaleo:]
(Mama)
(True, damn, you makin' noise, man)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Pussy

Ayy, huh, they know I apply that pressure like a PSI, huh
We gon' fold his ass in half like a DSi, huh
I can tell he goin' broke, he sold his PS5, huh
We gon' whoop him Gangnam style, we call him PSY, huh
I know you a head monster, why you actin' shy? Huh
Shot the bitch and started blushin', I was actin' shy, huh
I ain't even hit the blunt, I'm just actin' high, huh
Five shooters posted up, they the Jackson 5, ooh
Who did the body? Monaleo, huh
Nigga was thinkin' I been in Brazil, I told him I'm chillin' with Rio, huh
I'm finna ball, Neo, I'm tryna get drunker than unc, tío, huh
I been jumped in the water and earned my stripes, Finding Nemo, huh
Yeah, stocked up on guns, I'm finna start tradin'
I'm finna stop showin' these bitches love, fuck it, I'm finna start hatin'
Huh, I pulled up on Rio Da Yung OG and this nigga had me waitin', huh
See? Whenever you let niggas slide, then they start skatin'
And I'm still on top like a header
Nigga wanna lick me like a letter
Huh, I'm milkin' his ass for the cheddar
Hit him over the head like a sweater
Told him it's just us, we tethered
Who your bitch? Let me see, I'm better
Box him out of the circle, checkers
That broke-ass nigga a beggar
His bum ass said, "Big bro, can I tap the cup, please?"
Huh, I just wrapped the truck pink
All these rappers suck D
Linked him and that head was trash
Can we wrap this up, please?
He tryin' his luck, he green
I don't give a fuck, I'm mean, ugh

[Rio Da Yung OG:]
Slime shit, the Urus truck green
What's in my cup? Lean
You know that Rio a fiend
What's on my tongue? A bean
Perc' got me fuckin' for a hour, she told me, "Get up, please"
What kind of weed is this? I need a hundred P's
What kind of jeans is this? I might just come Celine
I ain't propose, but I went in Wafi, hundred bucks for a ring
Icebox, half a million dollars, I just got a couple things
The way I drive the Urus, you'll probably think that I'm racin'
The way I don't fuck with niggas, you'll probably think I'm Caucasian
Can't talk back to a gangster
Bitch, I'm 'bout smarter than Asian
I'm in the club with a banger
I ain't got drugs, I'm angry
I'm in the hood with the spankers
Already got the backend, I might pull up later, I might not come at all
Five 30s in me, I might not cum at all
Just got some head in a Louis store, that's how I cum at malls
Did a twenty-versus-one, I tried to fuck 'em all
I told her unlock the front door, but I might come through the wall
Me and Monaleo
How the fuck I shoot my shot and miss the fuckin' free throw?
Knock at the door, then bust through the peephole
Told lil' bro to calm down 'fore we get another RICO
You got eleven bricks right now, shit, I just might come Rico
Fine shit got a deep throat, her pussy pretty, it stink, though
Brought the bitch to Slam City, but you straight, you with me, though
I'm drinkin' Quagen, my bitch drinkin' Tito's
In Miami with some bad shit, we finna fuck on a speedboat
I walk around with a B-roll, I told Phil get B-roll
I send my lil' brother on a skit, but they thought it was me, though
Thirty shots when we swing door
Louis head to toe, I might pop out in a peacoat
When you carry a hundred shots, you don't really gotta reload
In a million-dollar crib, this bitch ain't got no screen door
Your baby daddy call me big bro
I'll eat the pussy or somethin', you know I'll never lick toes
Just got off the phone with Lil Yachty, I'm finna go buy me a big boat
Course she would've gave the pussy up free, but I just like to trick, though