Bodies Win Wars

[Intro]
Uh, uh, on the men (Hey make me a beat Kid)
Uh, they know what I'm on (Yo Hustle)
Uh, they know how I'm coming
Uh, they know they ain't nothing
Uh
Uh (Turn me up Juu)

[Verse]
Uh, we come different you better go ask 'em
Been bending the shit out their rip in the same mask
We ain't fucking them bitches no more they [?]
Really sit on your spot like a motherfucking spy
And we telling the truth nigga bodies win wars
That money just play a big part in this shit
You ain't got multiple spots you ain't gon' make it that's facts
I could lose it all today in the mall I'll be back
I could go on thеir rip every time I gеt thrown off
I took him down every time he hear my song he get thrown off
Bitch I'm off this RP you better take your clothes off
Them niggas ain't shit like me I be living by them old laws
One thing about me I don't be reopen no bonds
Gun with a big homie if they gave him a bone
I got to double back can't lie her head bomb
When you under that pressure you got to stay calm
Two takedowns in a month good business
Can't cap it's jhi hard to find good business
We'll make your life hard you try to spin [?]
[?] lil' bro you a broke-ass nigga
They flashing two thousand spent that in Amiri
Go read about it nigga you could ask Siri
They need to free Plank nigga real Steph Curry
I been under that pressure I ain't never been scary
I'm with Jai, we going through hop in any car
I'm a young thousandaire I'm talking 'bout over twenty
That shit under five it really don't count
Bro pushing them P's he want fifty an ounce
I know some low-class bitches want a hundred to fuck
This bitch can't get off my dick starting to think that she stuck
I'm putting my niece in her place if she cuss
That nigga going to a whole 'nother place if he buck
I be jamming my bitch say I'm doing too much
I stay with a Glock I'm related to Glocks
Bro really got busy gave a fuck 'bout that Fox
I'm fucking with Trale I ain't wake up 'til [?] like one o'clock
If they free the men right now shit get hectic
Bitch I'm 'bout cut you off since you want to be extra
I'ma kill you, so all of that capping I don't let you
You down-bad-ass niggas will never be on my level
Uh, bitch this shit that I'm wearing ain't cheap
She was sweet I paid for her lil' hair and her feet
Tryna chase down a nigga put his life on E
We was fucking for three hours it's hard to forget me
Catch him with his bitch no sympathy she get it
We hitting at bitches give a fuck 'bout no bitches
We still hop out give a fuck 'bout no cameras
Bro hop out and drove and plus he was jamming (On the men)