Bodymore Murderland

Call that the boss on top, don't ever forget it

KTB, cut throat bitch, cut throat business, know what I'm sayin'?

Kill that boy, kill that bitch too

Tell us who made this beat, baby

Just witnessed two killers in front of me, it brought me back

Hittin' at some niggas Christmas night, sped off and caught a flat

Broke down my phone, get on my nerves until I call her back

You ain't got that nigga on paper worded, you can't call him a rat

Sittin' down with bosses, drinkin' coffee, tryna work my set

Can't take no losses, gotta be cautious with these Percocets

Told me in the nights I was feelin'

Exhausted, I was goin' through shit

You ain't my partner, if it go down, nigga, you ain't gon' do shit

I brought the wrong nigga home, see, and that's my fault for that

I laid so much, my nigga, my bitch is

Blamin' me like I done got you wet

I betted a thousand you stay silent

When you turned creep, I had to toss the static

Last night I went hidin' in the Cayenne

I fell asleep, woke up, I lost a ratchet

Say, I'm fuckin' Shemar for two hours

That's the minimum whenever I'm hittin' her

Hey, my DC bitch so sweet, I'm

Make sure that I squeeze her every chance I'm gettin'

And every day I pray one day I obtain everything that I envisioned

Promise to kill all of them guys before I'm done with my mission

You handle your side, I handle mine, that's how we run the decisions

KTB, we send shit to the sky like half a million independent

I know I'ma make that shawty mine, I invest in her business

And I fuck with you 'cause you wasn't scared to take a chance with me

I got scammers spinnin' like they probably might come stand with me

Fuck you mean these Celine jeans, these Dior denim

Say, fuck the opps, they never on they

Block, I be there with more than 'em

Don't be tardy for the afterparty, hurry up and throw your shit on

Shawty care 'bout my legs, she push me on the bed instead of sit on

Fuck nigga, what you sayin'? That nigga

Little hero, no, that's not the pigeon

Bookin' me for a show, I want no cash no more, just send me Bitcoin

Hundred round Pro Mag on the Sig, that's how an EP act

Blick with a dick all up in bust this bitch, I bet she wet

Pistol in your purse, only yours if you charge for that

Killers know me personally, baby, everybody gon' boss the act

Standin' on that business, 'bout that business, yeah, all of that

Eight million on the jet, that's how I'm flexin', got the farmer tat

Eight million on the jet, that's how I'm flexin', yeah, yeah

Blick with a dick all up in bust this bitch, I bet she wet

I bet she wet, I wish I would've blocked more of nigga opps

You see, you see what you say, say

I'm leavin' your bitch better than me 'cause I got you wet