Fabolous — Body Ya

[Intro: Fabolous] R.I.P. to the competition Ugh Funeral Yeah I got 'em Ugh [Verse 1: Fabolous] 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—et cetera, et cetera Shout-out to the followers—I will stay ahead of you Big up to the haters, big up all you lil' niggas Bigging y’all up should make you feel a lil' bigger (Bigger) Big up to the fake niggas from a real nigga Fake niggas help you recognize the real niggas Ugh, I’m a Brooklyn nigga anyhow Closet looking like I opened up a Vinnie Styles Bitches say we are the best So mami in my jeans, PRPS Yeah! Street Fi-di-di-di— 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 [Hook: Fabolous] 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 you If looks could kill, then my style might body you 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 (Yeah) If looks could kill, my style might body ya [Verse 2: Fabolous] Shout-out to the groupies, shout-out to my ex (Ex) Prolly saying, "Fuck me," so, shout-out to the sex (Haha) Don’t get mad at me 'cause I’m onto the next (Next) All of this 'cause I ain't respond to your text? (Huh?) Big up to you bum bitches in your ten-dollar dresses (I see y'all) Big up to the big girls—y’all are so precious Salty bitches try to raise a nigga blood pressure (Damn) Grown lil' girls, do your mouth get any fresher? Huh? Bet it ain't fresh as Loso Monogrammed out, son, '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 (Uh-uh) I get big checks like the lottery winners A boy dissing I? Boy, listen, I— Kindly send him on his way—tell the mortician "Hi" (You better—) [Hook: Fabolous] 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 you If looks could kill, then my style might body you 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 (Yeah) If looks could kill, my style might body ya [Outro: Fabolous] What it look like, nigga? It's Young Funeral (It's me) Told y'all niggas I got this (I got this shit, nigga) There is No Competition 2 (The Funeral Service) What up, Dram'? What it look like? (Huh?) Huh? What we talking, baby? (What we talking 'bout?) These niggas is dead (What we talking 'bout?) Yeah, I said it—"dead" (Hahaha) Nice! Niggas might as well lay down in a hole and throw dirt on theyself It's Funeral