[Lyrics]
rolling up on your block with a trunk full of body parts
blowing on that super chron you cheifing on them delta carts
bitch dont walk up to me i might blow it cause im fucking crazy
all these 40s to my head have got me feeling fucking hazy
body armor aint gone save you cause these bullets rated AP
bust it knock it back and then that motherfuckers pushing daisies
bullets make ya dirty dance, bitch im talking patrick swayze
know i get the best dope thats been cooked since the 1980s

rolling up on your block with a trunk full of body parts
tourists out here getting robbed cause they dont know where they are
bitch you in the sick streets of the fucking dirty south
dont know what you talking bout mane you better shut your mouth
if you out here talking shit mane then my crew is gonna gun you down
hop up in the caddy finna shoot shit riding up the town
got my homies in the back puffing on that pack of loud
if the popos stop me then ill take them motherfuckers out

Body Parts

[Lyrics]
I be on the road fucking with your hoe
She be sucking on this dick while I grip the pole
I be on a roll with my money flow
Dont be fucking with it cause my shooters stay on go
Designer on my clothes, your shit be full of holes
You'll be leaking out your shit when that nina blows
So get that 38, yeah get that 44
Hanging with them killers we got more straps than the gun show

Grab a cigarette and I dip it in the wet
Take a fuckin hit mane Im flying like a jet
Need some hoes bet, need some dope bet
Waco gonna serve ya for a motherfuckin check
mane Check the bitches all up in my pokedex
mane  This bitch she finna kiss me all up on my neck
Yeah bitch Im off that wok, get into a wreck
Smash my caddy through your crib and then I get the tec

Yvng Waco

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