Project Youngin, Hotboii - Bodies lyrics

Hotboii [Javarri Latre Walker] Orlando, Florida. U.S.

[Project Youngin, Hotboii - Bodies lyrics]

(DJ Swift on the track)
I swear to God I ain't cryin' no more tears
We catchin' bodies (Tre made this beat)
Wildin', if I tell them boys
Then they gon' slide it (yeah)
We got fifty rounds on the shotty
(On that shotty) you heard me?
I swear to God, you take one of
Mines, I need three of yours, you heard me?
Let me get that, yeah, ayy, jit hot
Cut the fan on
(Key Gang got the keys jumpin')

'Bout my niggas, no more tears
We want them bodies
And when it's pressure, we gon' strеtch you
We ain't hidin'
Wildin', I make one call, thеn they slidin'
JP, he put fifty rounds on the shotty
I'm a whole different nigga off them jiggas
Out my body if I'm drivin' up, I'm shootin'
Don't give a fuck, just know I'm 'bout it
Glock spit, I rock out dolo
Don't need no posse violent, stop it
You niggas ain't even 'bout shit

Ayy, free Lil RayRay out that can
He popped his noggin
Feds came and picked him up, he kept it solid
Solid, that boy there, he caught a body
12 ask us questions
I swear he know nothin' 'bout it
I'm a Florida boy for real
I'm totin' on that steel
Ain't no cappin' in them raps
This shit I'm sayin' I did for real
I'm sellin' clean and sellin' weed, at 2018
A quarter mil'
I slump you over if I'm sober
It get worser on that pill
Call up Hot and tell him come
And cut that fan on
She ain't wanna fuck, I kicked her out
She said I'm dead wrong
Know I keep it pimpin', I ain't trippin'
'cause my bread long
If niggas actin' funny, I drop my
Money, get his head gone, yeah

'Bout my niggas, no more tears
We want them bodies
And when it's pressure, we gon' stretch you
We ain't hidin'
Wildin', I make one call, then they slidin'
JP, he put fifty rounds on the shotty
I'm a whole different nigga off them jiggas
Out my body if I'm drivin' up, I'm shootin'
Don't give a fuck, just know I'm 'bout it
Glock spit, I rock out dolo
Don't need no posse violent, stop it
You niggas ain't even 'bout shit

JP, he put fifty rounds on
The shotty for real
No RPs, I'd rather catch a body for him
I was gone, first I couldn't put some
Diamonds in my grill
And you know I'm from the South so
I be shinin' when I chill
I told you how I feel
I'm just tryna keep it real
They offered me a mil', I know my worth
So fuck a deal my nigga in the sky
I don't even know how to feel
Might tell you I'm alright
But this really how I feel
Death gettin' close to me
Gon' keep the steel so
Whenever it's approaching me
I love my son, that nigga
He mean the most to me guns and funds
Can't nothin' keep lil' bro from me

'Bout my niggas, no more tears
We want them bodies
And when it's pressure, we gon' stretch you
We ain't hidin'
Wildin', I make one call, then they slidin'
JP, he put fifty rounds on the shotty
I'm a whole different nigga off them jiggas
Out my body if I'm drivin' up, I'm shootin'
Don't give a fuck, just know I'm 'bout it
Glock spit, I rock out dolo
Don't need no posse violent, stop it
You niggas ain't even 'bout shit

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