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letra de out my body - bandman hilly

[hook: bandman hilly]
i’m out my body smokin 3 woods to the noggin
lil b-tch she jockin on my gucci buckle stop it
hoe jus stop it ain’t no cuffin ain’t no lockin
like a jigga if he run up then i’m poppin
look at my jewelry b-tch i’m splashing like a dolphin
watch out for opps i heard that the feds watchin
yo b-tch a bop gave me the drop ain’t no coughin
f-ck 12 but if i like it know i’m coppin
[verse: bandman hilly]
they know baccdoor them the n-ggas that’s poppin
whole lotta bands exotic strands came up from robbin
jus like the dance if he run up then i’m moppin
i’m setting trends if i like it imma rock it
really the plug no middle man b-tch i’m the socket
whole lotta drums 50 rounds on dis rocket
can’t chase a b-tch bandman always got sum options
it’s jus me and gang wildin on nonsense
i’m smokin woods out my body feelin nauseous
i’m on the same sh-t they can’t even stop it
he got a glock well i hope that n-gga pop it
and i don’t dance i be fuccin hilly boppin
that b-tch a dub hit that b-tch and then i drop it
incoming call i’m too busy imma watch it
if it ain’t money p-ssy n-gga change the topic
and she a freak for the camera let me vlog it
i’m off my ass all this smoke in finna crash
b-tch i got racks fendi belt hang off my ass
i do the dash in a foreign goin fast
that b-tch won’t last after i f-ck i gotta pass
he talkin smacc spend sum money get em whacced
like hoe relax i’m the one who keep them straps
they make me laugh wen they speakin on sum stacks
i’m out my body told em pull up wit sum wraps
[hook: bandman hilly]
i’m out my body smokin 3 woods to the noggin
lil b-tch she jockin on my gucci buckle stop it
hoe jus stop it ain’t no cuffin ain’t no lockin
like a jigga if he run up then i’m poppin
look at my jewelry b-tch i’m splashing like a dolphin
watch out for opps i heard that the feds watchin
yo b-tch a bop gave me the drop ain’t no coughin
f-ck 12 but if i like it know i’m coppin
[second verse: ptm bam]
better get yo b-tch look at her she get to jockin on me
better get yo b-tch her eyes they keep on lockin on me
better get yo n-gga this pistol gone get to poppin on me
better get sum money cause baby this sh-t ain’t stoppin for me, yea
and i can’t hang with you if you can’t make a rack
i can’t hang with you if you don’t know how to make money stack
bum hoe, baby i ain’t f-cking with no dumb hoe
cause you the type to get a n-gga k!lled with this gun hoe
baby what the f-ck i’m trynna go and run my bag up
like baby what the f-ck yo man can’t even run a rack up
coolest n-gga you gone ever meet but just don’t act up
(shhhhhhhh racked up)
and i been feeling crazy feeling out my body
got the shorty he got plotty (bow) make him p-ss and potty
imma get a lawyer i got bands just hit the lotty
imma give them back to the streets cause streets they taught me
[hook: bandman hilly]
i’m out my body smokin 3 woods to the noggin
lil b-tch she jockin on my gucci buckle stop it
hoe jus stop it ain’t no cuffin ain’t no lockin
like a jigga if he run up then i’m poppin
look at my jewelry b-tch i’m splashing like a dolphin
watch out for opps i heard that the feds watchin
yo b-tch a bop gave me the drop ain’t no coughin
f-ck 12 but if i like it know i’m coppin

- bandman hilly

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