Song Lyrics

R.I.P. to the competition

Uh, funeral, yeah (ow)
I got 'em
Shout out to my enemies
Shout out my competitors
Shout out to my mini me's,
I hope you do better bruh
Better me, better you etc etc
Shout out to the followers
I will stay ahead of ya
Big up to the haters,
Big up all you little niggas
Bigging y'all up should make you feel a little bigger
Big up to the fake niggas from a real nigga
Fake niggas help you recognize the real niggas
Uh, I'm a Brooklyn nigga anyhow
Closet looking like I opened up a Vinnie Styles
Bitches say we are the best
So mommy in my jeans P.R.P.S.
Yeah street fidda didda gang
Yeah at you like a Twitter name
Same place I see 'em, same place they chalk 'em out
We speak Guapanese, come see what we talking bout

Holla at your homie, holla at your dog
Looking for the competition holla at the morgue
Once I say hi to her she gon' say bye to ya
If looks could kill then my style might body ya
B-b-body ya
B-b-body ya
If looks could kill then my style might body ya
B-b-body ya
B-b-body ya
If looks could kill then my style might body ya
B-b-body ya
B-b-body ya

Shout out to the groupies
Shout out to my ex
Prolly saying f*ck me so shout out to the sex
Don't get mad at me cause I'm onto the next
All of this cause I ain't respond to your text
Big up to you bum bitches in your ten dollar dresses
Big up to the big girls y'all are so Precious
Salty bitches try to raise a nigga blood pressure
Grown little girls, do your mouth get any fresher
Huh? But it ain't fresh as Loso
Monogrammed out son in case you didn't know so
Flow so deadly swag too murderous
Known for being nice,
That don't mean courteous
This is nothing new,
I'm not a beginner
I get big checks like the lottery winners
A boy dissing I,
Boy listen I,
Kindly sent him on his way,
Tell the mortician hi

Holla at your homie, holla at your dog
Looking for the competition holla at the morgue
Once I say hi to her she gon' say bye to ya
If looks could kill then my style might body ya
B-b-body ya
B-b-body ya
If looks could kill then my style might body ya
B-b-body ya
B-b-body ya
If looks could kill then my style might body ya

Christopher Breyand, John Jackson, Writers Unknown

The duration of Body Ya is 3:08 minutes and seconds.