Out Yo Body ft. BCA Ealey Lyrics

Jump out yo body I got my blicky

I'm screaming fuck how this shit go

My 9 my bitch and ill get freaky with her

Ima finger fuck my hoe

These FN bullets they come from rifles

They piercing through yo car door

Run with that sack like number thirty four

Straight outta Jackson go get you a Bo

Aye turn the lights off we don't need em

I got some shiny on my wrist

Fuck niggas Bms for no reason

Then I check 'em off my list

These hoes be creeping on they own

Niggas dying behind this shit

So what the fuck I look like

Running round here tripping over a bitch

I jump in the coupe and you know it's push start

I roll up some cookies and it came out a jar

I roll up a wood while you stuffing a gar

My boy popped a bean and I'm leaning off bars

Don't think this shit sweet cause we flipping ya car

Ya talking that shit it won't get ya too far

Not know in the world in my hood ima star

Feel like i be spitting these niggas not hard

These nigga be slow I just pick up the paste

Then pick up ya bitch and go fuck on ha face

Lil bitch wanna lay up I can't I gotta play

My mind on the green and my gang BCA

I hit me a lick and I'm gone to the A

I feel like the Klan cause I'm counting up K's

I'm hard on a bitch I won't give her a hey

Unless she sucking some dick or bringing a play

I'm serving a P when I'm clutching my stick

My foot on they neck and designer my kicks

They thought I was out but I'm bussing down bricks

I been in trap and been plotting on some licks

Got the drop on a opp cause I'm fucking his bitch

I'm straight from the gutta yea straight from the sip

You play with the gang we gone end this shit quick

Just try to run off see how slimy shit gets

Jump out yo body I got my blicky

I'm screaming fuck how this shit go

My 9 my bitch and ill get freaky with her

Ima finger fuck my hoe

These FN bullets they come from rifles

They piercing through yo car door

Run with that sack like number thirty four

Straight outta Jackson go get you a Bo

Aye turn the lights off we don't need em

I got some shiny on my wrist

Fuck niggas Bms for no reason

Then I check 'em off my list

These hoes be creeping on they own

Niggas dying behind this shit

So what the fuck I look like

Running round here tripping over a bitch

I play my role

These hoes gone play you to the left

That's if you let 'em I play along

She come drop that head off then I'm gone

No text reply DND my phone

No text reply DND my shit

Say you got exotic nigga that ain't it

Middle fingers to a nigga or a bitch

Yea

Green beam on yo head like a LED

She got dumb brain call it GED

How you stepping but calling on JPD

I don't give a fuck tell em SMD

I hop out of the whip with a SMG

Swing this bitch with no caution you DIE

Get yo bitch cause she can't get enough of me

You want smoke let's get it

It's up with me

Want smoke let's get it we want it all

Nigga we can meet up and have a standoff

All these rack in my pockets can't carry no wallet

This money keep holding my pants down

I can give you some knowledge got Bo's of exotic

We get it and shipping it through the town

You can call twelve the feds or whoever

Let them bitches know it's man down if you

Jump out yo body i got my blicky

I'm screaming fuck how this shit go

My nine my bitch and ill get freaky with her

Ima finger fuck my hoe

These FN bullets they come from rifles

They piercing through yo car door

Run with that sack like number 34

Straight outta Jackson go get you a Bo

Aye turn the lights off we don't need em

I got some shiny on my wrist

Fuck niggas Bms for no reason

Then I check 'em off my list

These hoes be creeping on they own

Niggas dying behind this shit

So what the fuck I look like

Running round here tripping over a bitch