5 Bodies

[Verse 1: Sunshine Christo]
Ayy, yeah, chill in the trap with the bitch, yeah
She gon' ride on my dick, yeah, she gon' fuck on the kid, yeah
Better not give me that shit, yeah, she want to fuck with the beat, yeah
Bitch, you cannot feel me, yeah, she got nothing on me, yeah
Nut her face and her teeth, yeah, she going to fuck with her mouth, yeah
Bitch, I'm going to fuck in the south, yeah
I am not in that north, bitch, fuck on the court, yeah
Bitch fucking in court, bitch suck by the door, yeah
Yeah, she don't fuck with the dork, yeah, yeah
Suck on that north, chewing on skin, I taste blood
I just want to fuck, yeah, yeah I just want to fuck, yeah
I just want to fuck, yeah, I just want to fuck, yeah
Bitch, I count up the buck, yeah, what, give me that hut
Yeah, what, she is a slut, what, yeah, she is a bop, yeah, what
Shawty with me, ay, ay, she want to love, she want to lust
Bitch, DJ it up, chop and screw that ho, bitch, I'm so screwed up
Yeah, shawty with me and she want to run
She just want to run, she just want to cum
Run from her mom, run from her pops
She can't escape, 'cause they'll call the cops
I can't escape all these evil thoughts
They just won't stop, they just won't stop
I'm blurring the lines of reality, I'm afraid I'm losing my sanity
I can't die, I'm a dad to be, you can't fuck with me, you can't fuck with me
Ayy, what, you know that you can't even fuck with me
Yeah, shawty with me and she want to run, and she own a gun
Bitch I got a gun, two twin Glocks, bitch, I'm a shooter, I don't give a fuck
My nigga out there shooting them Glocks
He killed four people and he won't stop
Bitch, I do not give a fuck, that's my homie from the block
He ain't from USA, he's ethnic, internationally born
Bitch, he like Jason Bourne, ayy, I know you feel scorn, ayy
She can't fuck on me, what, 'cause she is so boring, yeah
Bitch, you is so boring, like, Goddamn I am snoring, what
Yeah, interest me, yeah, you ain't interesting
What, yeah, she gon' suck, what, she gon' suck then fuck
What, yeah, she a ho, I'm with Vain and he knows
We gon' sell that ho on the block, 'cause we pull
Yeah, what, we ain't poor, yeah, and I can afford
She going to suck, yeah, what, she on the low, yeah, what
Selling cocaine, yeah, heroin in my vein
Yeah, what, on my arm, yeah, yeah, on my right arm, yeah

[Verse 2: Seriyouse]
Roll a fat ass blunt, put the keys in the ignition and I'm skrrt'n off
Bitch I'm off the shrooms and liq', I can't walk it off
Cash in my pocket, best believe I love to talk that guap
I'm a lucky nigga, put up twenty, we can bet it up
Bet it up, bet it up, we can bet it up, bet it up, bet it up, we can bet it up
Double up, forty up, put that forty up, double up, eighty up
Put that eighty up, bet it up, bet it up, we can bet it up
Bet it up, we can bet it up, put a hundred up
Bet it up, we can bet it up, we can bet it up
Bet it up, we can bet it up, we can bet it up
Dark Angel gang, yeah, the swag is indefinite
Pretty Boy Swag, yeah, you know that she into it
Shawty see me and shy trying to get intimate
Count up the chips and I'm spreading the spinach dip
Like I got sent to the office, I'm counting up pink slips
Shine like fifty stars, but I'm not Confederate
Fuck politics, I'm smoking on Democrats
What's in my cup, it look like a Venonat
I shine, evolve, I'm one with my habitat
Your bitch like chocolate, she think I'm a Kit-Kat
Young Seriyouse in the back of the Cadillac
Stick on my side, I hope I don't got to up that
No pump fake, if I got to, I dump that
My bitch a whale, she love when I hump back
Counting up funds, my money intact, I don't trust a soul, I keep it a stack
These hoes is easy, I'm one with the mac
I keep it fasheezy, I ain't never been wack
Young Seriyouse, I shine on the track
Little quick upload, the tape in the back