Testi Smokin Bodys - Rushhy Bandxz

Smokin Bodys

Nigga, don’t get wacked 'cause you can’t get your nigga back, ha
(BricksOnDaBeat)
Ha, ha, ha, that lil fuck nigga in the sky, he died, tell that lil nigga bye
Ha, boy your lil ass gon' die
These niggas be faking, Lil Rushhy go ape shit
Pull up and we take shit, my niggas we gunning
223s in the vacant, y’all niggas be faking shit
My niggas we erasing shit, y’all niggas stop fronting
Big Tito I’m facing, my sauce y’all taking it
Y’all niggas not out here trapping getting no money
Lil Blackie he a bitch, calling out for his mommy
Hit her ass with that Tommy, wrap her ass up like a mommy
Y’all trapped out like Tito, but y’all ain’t serving no junkies
Bitch, I’m in the trap shit, Monday through Sunday
And I’m getting this money, lil nigga, I’m counting these hundreds
She said «where you at right now?», lil bitch I’m coming
Not fronting, I’m not no foreign, gay nigga
Go tell 'em dig that nigga up, so they gon' lay you with him
Niggas keep talking crazy, go let that K hit him
They say Rushhy a bitch, but them shooters stay with him
I ain’t gotta touch them, I just let my gang kill 'em
Don’t be surprized when you see three .30s at you
And don’t ask God for mercy when they put them holes in you
'Cause I know you a bitch, I can see the hoe in you
Why these niggas come for me?
You gon' catch some slugs, put you six feet
Pussy nigga don’t come for me, leave your ass sleep for free, ha
Crashing out on these lil dumb dummies
BricksOnDaBeat