Bodies Dropping (feat. Q Da Fool)

**** be lyin', ain't no bodies droppin'

I keep a Michael Draco, that bitch rockin'

I keep them bands with me, bitch I'm poppin'

If the feds get behind me, lil bitch, I ain't stoppin' (Skrrt)

Pull up, hop out, and shoot

AR-15 out the roof

I had to give that lil hoe bitch the boot

I ain't chasin' no bitches, I'm chasin' the loot

Bitch, I'm MoneyMarr so you know I bring them racks in

Fat butt bitch so I gotta break her back in

Walked down, six sticks all in here like a MAC-10

These **** be lyin', they ain't gettin' no packs in

Set up the play, Ima put it in motion

Pour up a line of that Tech like a potion

**** we got them drugs, come from over the ocean

Yeah I'm smokin' that OG, it's sticky and potent

I can't fuck with them boys, they talk on the internet

Rap cap, trap cap, bitch we ain't into that

He on his block on the Live, yeah, I'm spinnin' that

He said that his bitch but he know that I'm hittin' that

I got my gun everywhere like wifi

We thuggin' for real, he got shot in his right eye

Double C, I spent a bag and I can't lie

She ate up that dick and I gave her a high five

I'ma rich shooter, my BM'll never do me like Cierra did Future

I got that AR diamondback, I'm kickin' and shoot

Stop flushin' his whip, hit his Honda and lose it

You used to be rich, then you turned to a bum, damn

I made a mil out of crumbs, bitch

I'm in the trap spot, deep in the slums

Just flyin' and travel with them lungs

Bitch, I been thuggin' since yay high

No cut on the work so my junkies, they stay high

I score in the clutch like AI

White hoes on dick at the show, tryin' to say hi

Put the Glock to his face, make a fuck **** say bye

I'm in the trap smokin' Runtz, yeah I stay high

Put that bitch in Chanel, now that bitch gon' stay by

Spin a band when it's night, run it up in the daytime

2019, bitch I'm switchin' the gears

Got the ice on my neck, put the ice on my ears

Yeah, I'm never gon' change, bitch I trap every year

I put my foot on the pedal, there go twelve in the mirror

I step in designer, no we not the same

Big gun squad shit, no this ain't no game

Can't a rap **** come on my block, take his chain

Stomp him out, beat him up, then we hit at his brain

**** be lyin', ain't no bodies droppin'

I keep a Michael Draco, that bitch rockin'

I keep them bands with me, bitch I'm poppin'

If the feds get behind me, lil bitch, I ain't stoppin' (Skrrt)

Pull up, hop out, and shoot

AR-15 out the roof

I had to give that lil hoe bitch the boot

I ain't chasin' no bitches, I'm chasin' the loot

Bitch, I'm MoneyMarr so you know I bring them racks in

Fat butt bitch so I gotta break her back in

Walked down, six sticks all in here like a MAC-10

These **** be lyin', they ain't gettin' no packs in

Set up the play, Ima put it in motion

Pour up a line of that Tech like a potion

**** we got them drugs, come from over the ocean

Yeah I'm smokin' that OG, it's sticky and potent