Chubby Jag - Body b**h lyrics

[Hook – Ca**idy] b**h I jump on beats and body sh**, I body sh** I f** an ugly b**h, her body thick, her body thick h*mo, 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 f** with us, I catch a body b**h, a body b**h You try your luck, I catch a body b**h, a body b**h Don't give a f**, I catch a body b**h, a body b**h I catch the dutch then catch a body b**h, a body b**h [Verse 1 – Chubby Jag] You ain't heard I keep the Smith around, n***as flipping pounds Tryna ride but you gon hit the ground, leave you missing clown I got hella n***as tripping now cause n***as chipping now Get you wet then make you b**hes 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 b**hes 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 b**h, mister body sh** Shotty spit and make this body lift, 2 shots his body split If I'm Shaquille, Cortez is Vadi b**h Tell em stop me b**h, watch your mouth or sh** get sloppy b**h Catch a body quick, body b**h [Hook] [Verse 2 - Ca**idy] 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 s**ing 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 pa** 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 sh** to lose You piss em off they let that pistol off, they think that sh** 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 co*ky Ca** Cause my co*ky a** deserve to be, I do it purposely I'm not a copycat that copies cats, that sh** is perjury You still could rap then why you stealing raps? That sh** is burglary You a burglar, you get murdered, first second and third degree That sh** 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 [Hook]