Young Fresh - Out your Body Pt 2 lyrics

Stain on your life Faneto Body in the trunk like a kilo n***as claim they a f**in' Monsta Imma show yall who on beast mode Ill flame you up and let the heat blow Leave a n***a stankin' like fritos Then im gone off to puerto rico Smokin cuban cigs countin C-notes Fame and hoes you can keep those I got questions you can answer tho Like why the f** your k**ers never k**ed And where the f** is the K you tote My k**ers out lurkin' They strapped up like purses Them bullets come burnin' You hurtin' for certain And searchin' for surgeons Fam gathered at churches Your pictures on shirts Cryin' preaches and hearces You got me f**ed up thought i wasn't returnin' Fans got you in memory recitin' your verses If you get scared and go to the church And im moving in silence My 9 gotta silence I silence then sermon Got shorties out with me They probably out murderin' Dressed up in all black hoppin' out the excursion f** a ski mask im really purgin' Claim you up next then im takin' your place Remember back then you was rockin' them braids Back in the day im talkin' 3rd grade Now you the sh** cuz you got you some fame f** dissin' for fame All of a sudden he throwin' up rakes He lowkey informin' he rattin' to jakes Them Gs find out they get rid of the flake Get rid of the snake by blowin' the 8 Its really hard to call you a Monsta Merch you got a K and a chopper Put it on Rico you got a revolver Gon' head lil n***a put it on your momma Real n***as dont do that pillow talkin' Got b**hes thatll shoot like Tony Parker In the ICU with sh**bags and walkers Shooters laid in your bushes like a crazy b**h stalkin' Lyin' in your songs like you really shootin' Do you really got a gun b**h n***a prove it First time Chaise k**ed you now i hate to do it This rap sh** ain't you stick to hoopin' Your b**h was on my dick now she a groupie You ain't a damn k**er who the f** you foolin' Never bust no shots what the f** was you doin' When it come down to me n***a ain't no losin' Who the f** is monsta? A fake a** n***a What Alan stand for? A Lame Ass n***a Got kicked out the crib Out of state a** n***a Now he dissin off the sh**s Cocaine a** n***a Ran to meechie crib cryin Feel my pain a** n***a Apologize to the fans you f**in' a** kisser You can call this sh** here a f**in' a** kicker How yall thought he was gonna k** me He ain't never tote a pistol Wanna send shots? Come and catch a missle Front page on the paper Come and get your issue Give this rap sh** up It could all be so simple They gonna have this bumpin' Like a motherf**in pimple Talkin' out your neck Blow the motherf**in whistle You a standstill target everything gonna hit you I k**ed this n***a farewell this a motherf**in' tribute My dick was in her mouth and you let the b**h kiss you You said you was gonna bodybag me k** me, toetag me Break me in half bodycast me Take off and hopefully pa** me Imma go and load the Mac squeeze Smile when you see that flash cheese If your momma wanna beg and plead Imma put 3 in that b**h spleen Drop her down to her f**in knees Put it on camera make you watch the screen Hollow tips long clips its a scary scene Wanna play games this is saw 3 If im a f**in' problem then solve me n***as still sweatin off that molly Your fans hyped your head up like coffee Im sick of n***as jumpin' out they body...... (outro) I came back around to catch this double Homi This is the second chapter of Out Your Body