Cassidy - Body Bitch lyrics

Bitch I jump on beats and body shit
I body shit
I fuck an ugly bitch, her body thick
Her body thick
Homo, I’ll let you and the tommy kiss
The tommy kiss
Don’t make me cross you off my body list
My body list
You fuck with us, I catch a body bitch
A body bitch
You try your luck, I catch a body bitch
A body bitch
Don’t give a fuck, I catch a body bitch
A body bitch
I catch the dutch then catch a body bitch
A body bitch

You ain’t heard I keep the Smith around
Niggas flipping pounds
Tryna ride but you gon hit the ground
Leave you missing clown
I got hella niggas tripping now
Cause niggas chipping now
Get you wet then make you bitches drown
Like I’m fishing now
Hustler got me on my chicken now
In the kitchen now
Flow so coke they think I’m sniffing now
Think I’m whipping now
I got all these bitches stripping now
Groupies wishing now
On my grind it ain’t no sitting down
Ain’t no switching now
My big bro just made em 250
I’m on a mission now
Wear that crown because it’s fitting now
Catch you slipping now
Used to hate, I bet they listen now
Clock is ticking now
Battle rappers mad, they dissing now
Cats is hissing now
In the field, look like I’m pitching now
Hands is itching now
Tell that ho that I’m on point tonight
I got my fencing down
Push that rock, I’m like a Piston now
Fiends is sticking round
Move that weight, they think I’m lifting now
My muscle ripping out, spitting now
I catch a body bitch, mister body shit
Shotty spit and make this body lift
2 shots his body split
If I’m Shaquille, Cortez is Vadi bitch
Tell em stop me bitch
Watch your mouth or shit get sloppy bitch
Catch a body quick, body bitch


It’s C A double dollar sign, I got to grind
I started from the bottom, bottom line
Don’t get out of line
My trigger finger need some
This 50 cal of mine
Will remind you cats of Columbine
Get shot a lot of times, a lot of times
My mind set, is complex
I’m on the grind so I ain’t tryna rest
I’m tryna sign checks
I been the bird man since you
Was sucking on your mom’s breasts
Playing with the heat and I don’t
Mean that team Lebron left
I’m the clouds cause I hit that
Loud and take a big breath
Imma never pass a piss test
I make them bricks stretch
So many bullet hoes from this tec
Your shirt look fish net
When I shoot ya, I’m your
Present, past, and future, Christmas
I know some little dudes still in middle
School that ain’t got shit to lose
You piss em off they let that pistol off
They think that shit is cool
It’s not a joke, I got to smoke
I’m stressed, If I ain’t had no pot to
Smoke I would’ve got a stroke
Y’all forgot I’m dope, I got to spaz
Body bags i’m the truth, I take a polygraph
You too cocky Cass
Cause my cocky ass deserve to be
I do it purposely
I’m not a copycat that copies cats
That shit is perjury
You still could rap then why you
Stealing raps? That shit is burglary
You a burglar, you get murdered
First second and third degree
That shit disturbing me
Why would you hate on me and Chub raps
That’s hard to understand like the words
To a Young Thug rap facts