Bodies Dropping lyrics

[Intro: MoneyMarr & Q Da Fool]
Why is everything chrome?
Uh, gang
n*ggas be lyin', ain't no bodies droppin'
I keep them bands with me, b*tch, I'm poppin'
Rich Shoota sh*t, man, you already know what the f*ck goin' on
Money Marr
Everything is chrome in the future

[Chorus: MoneyMarr]
n*ggas be lyin', ain't no bodies droppin'
I keep a Michael Draco, that b*tch rockin'
I keep them bands with me, b*tch, I'm poppin'
If the feds get behind me, lil' b*tch, I ain't stoppin' (Skrrt)
Pull up, hop out, and shoot (Bah bah)
AR-15 out the roof
I had to give that lil' ho b*tch the boot
I ain't chasin' no b*tches, I'm chasin' the loot
b*tch, I'm MoneyMarr, so you know I bring them racks in
Fat butt b*tch so I gotta break her back in
Walked down, six sticks all in here like a MAC-10
These n*ggas be lyin', they ain't gettin' no packs in
Set up the play, I'ma put it in motion
Pour up a line of that Tech like a potion
n*gga, we got them drugs, come from over the ocean
Yeah, I'm smokin' that OG, it's sticky and potent
[Verse 1: MoneyMarr]
I can't f*ck with them boys, they talk on the internet
Rap cap, trap cap, b*tch, we ain't into that
He on his block on the Live, yeah, I'm spinnin' that
He said that his b*tch but he know that I'm hittin' that

[Verse 2: Q Da Fool]
I got my gun everywhere like wifi
We thuggin' for real, he got shot in his right eye
Double C, I spent a bag and I can't lie
She ate up that di*k and I gave her a high five
I'm a Rich Shoota, my BM'll never do me like Cierra did Future
I got that AR diamondback, I'm kickin' and shoot sh*t
Stop flushin' his whip, hit his Honda and loose it
You used to be rich then you turned to a bum, damn
I made a mil' out of crumbs, b*tch
I'm in the trap spot, deep in the slums
Just flyin' and travel with them lungs
b*tch, I been thuggin' since yay high
No cut on the work so my junkies, they stay high
I score in the clutch like AI
White hoes on di*k at the show, tryna say hi

[Verse 3: MoneyMarr]
Put the Glock to his face, make a f*ck n*gga say bye
I'm in the trap smokin' Runtz, yeah, I stay high
Put that b*tch in Chanel, now that b*tch gon' stay by
Spin a bend when it's night, run it up in the daytime
2019, b*tch, I'm switchin' the gears
Got ice on my neck, put the ice on my ears
Yeah, I'm never gon' change, b*tch, I trap every year
Put my foot on the pedal, there go 12 in the mirror
I step in designer, no, we not the same
Big gun squad sh*t, no, this ain't no game
Can't a rap n*gga come on my block, take his chain
Stomp him out, beat him up, then we hit at his brain
[Chorus: MoneyMarr]
n*ggas be lyin', ain't no bodies droppin'
I keep a Michael Draco, that b*tch rockin'
I keep them bands with me, b*tch, I'm poppin'
If the feds get behind me, lil' b*tch, I ain't stoppin' (Skrrt)
Pull up, hop out, and shoot (Bah bah)
AR-15 out the roof
I had to give that lil' ho b*tch the boot
I ain't chasin' no b*tches, I'm chasin' the loot
b*tch, I'm MoneyMarr, so you know I bring them racks in
Fat butt b*tch so I gotta break her back in
Walked down, six sticks all in here like a MAC-10
These n*ggas be lyin', they ain't gettin' no packs in
Set up the play, I'ma put it in motion
Pour up a line of that Tech like a potion
n*gga, we got them drugs, come from over the ocean
Yeah, I'm smokin' that OG, it's sticky and potent

[Outro: MoneyMarr]
They talk on the internet