Nobody

[Chorus: Afterdeath]
I'm a nobody, but I'm catchin' bodies
I walk in the party with Rick on my feet
Fuck with nobody, I'm up in the Masi'
You hittin' my line, so I hit the delete
I'm with a shawty, yeah, she got a body
She can't even move without touchin' my meat
Skirt in a 'Rari, I'm ballin' like Rodney
I'm stuntin' all day, I wake up and repeat
I'm a nobody, but I'm catchin' bodies
I walk in the party with Rick on my feet
Fuck with nobody, I'm up in the Masi'
You hittin' my line, so I hit the delete
I'm with a shawty, yeah, she got a body
She can't even move without touchin' my meat
Skirt in a 'Rari, I'm ballin' like Rodney
I'm stuntin' all day, I wake up and repeat

[Verse 1: Afterdeath]
This .40 don't play, I ain't talkin' no Xbox
And if I spot him, I got him, no beatbox
I'm with a bad bitch, tell her to kick rocks
Runnin' out of time, look at my wristwatch
And if you play with AD, it's a death wish
Scary I was, I ain't talkin' what's next, bitch
Crowd jumpin' to the song on my set list
Groupie gon' pull up and give me that neck, bitch

[Pre-Chorus: Afterdeath]
Yeah, I got a groupie, I got a hammer, I got a toolie
I got that blammer, I got a bitch, she showin' no manners
You got a stick, I got it on camera
Yeah, I got a groupie, I got a hammer, I got a toolie
I got that blammer, I got a bitch, she showin' no manners
You got a stick, I got it on camera

[Chorus: Afterdeath]
I'm a nobody, but I'm catchin' bodies
I walk in the party with Rick on my feet
Fuck with nobody, I'm up in the Masi'
You hittin' my line, so I hit the delete
I'm with a shawty, yeah, she got a body
She can't even move without touchin' my meat
Skirt in a 'Rari, I'm ballin' like Rodney
I'm stuntin' all day, I wake up and repeat
I'm a nobody, but I'm catchin' bodies
I walk in the party with Rick on my feet
Fuck with nobody, I'm up in the Masi'
You hittin' my line, so I hit the delete
I'm with a shawty, yeah, she got a body
She can't even move without touchin' my meat
Skirt in a 'Rari, I'm ballin' like Rodney
I'm stuntin' all day, I wake up and repeat

[Verse 2: Letoa]
Talkin' 'bout hoes, I won't pick up the phone
Airplane mode 'cause I'm better alone (What)
Jokes, I fuck a hoe (Yeah, yeah, what)
Shawty too loud, better lower your tone (Yeah, yeah, what)
I get the money, you payin' your loans
Don't talk 'bout my money, you bad to the bone (Huh)
This Los city, and me and the bros
We don't do handouts, no, [?] (Yeah)
All of these old hoes tryna tell me that they love me
Yeah, they want a follow back, shawty said she wanna fuck me
She rehearsing all my lyrics, so she can get some money
Fuck a hoe, and leave a bitch with some nut up on her tummy, yeah