Lyrics Nobody - AfterDeath , Letoa

I'm a nobody, but I'm catching bodies
I walk in a party with Rick on my feet
Fuck with nobody, I'm up in the Masi'
You hitting my line, so I hit the delete
I'm with a shawty, yeah, she got a body
She can't even move without touching my meat
Skirt in a 'Rari, I'm balling like Rodney
I'm stunting all day, I wake up and repeat
I'm a nobody, but I'm catching bodies
I walk in a party with Rick on my feet
Fuck with nobody, I'm up in the Masi'
You hitting my line, so I hit the delete
I'm with a shawty, yeah, she got a body
She can't even move without touching my meat
Skirt in a 'Rari, I'm balling like Rodney
I'm stunting all day, I wake up and repeat
This .40 don't play, I ain't talking no Xbox
And if I spot him, I got him, no beatbox
I'm with a bad bitch, tell her to kick rocks
Running out of time, look at my wristwatch
And if you play with ideas, it's a death wish
Scary, I wasn't talking what's next, bitch
Crowd jumping to the song on my setlist
Groupie gon' pull up and give me that neck, bitch
Yeah, I got a groupie, I got a hammer
I got a toolie, I got that blammer
I got a bitch, she showing her manners
You got a stick, I got it camera
Yeah, I got a groupie, I got a hammer
I got a toolie, I got that blammer
I got a bitch, she showing her manners
You got a stick, I got it camera
I'm a nobody, but I'm catching bodies
I walk in a party with Rick on my feet
Fuck with nobody, I'm up in the Masi'
You hitting my line, so I hit the delete
I'm with a shawty, yeah, she got a body
She can't even move without touching my meat
Skirt in a 'Rari, I'm balling like Rodney
I'm stunting all day, I wake up and repeat
I'm a nobody, but I'm catching bodies
I walk in a party with Rick on my feet
Fuck with nobody, I'm up in the Masi'
You hitting my line, so I hit the delete
I'm with a shawty, yeah, she got a body
She can't even move without touching my meat
Skirt in a 'Rari, I'm balling like Rodney
I'm stunting all day, I wake up and repeat
Talking about hoes, I won't pick up the phone
Airplane mode 'cause I'm better alone (What)
Jokes, I forgot hoes (Yeah, yeah, what)
Shawty too loud, better lower your tone (Yeah, yeah, what)
I get the money, you paying your loans
Don't talk about my money, you burnt to the bone (Huh)
This Los city, and me and the bros
We don't do handouts, no frequent loan
All these old hoes trying to tell me that they love me
Yeah, they want a follow back, shawty said she wanna fuck me
She rehearsing all my lyrics, so she can get some money
Fuck a hoe, and leave a bitch with some nut up on her tummy, yeah