Body Bitch - Cassidy, Raw & Uncut

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

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