[Part I: Bodies]

Yeah
(Check)

I got bodies, yeah
Good thing they bury themselves, yeah
But a nigga ain't ever gon' get one up on me, yeah
And a bitch ain't never gon' have nothing on me (let's go)
Not you in my DM requests saying you want it back
Ship sailed like Titanic, broke in half
Broke and dumb like you, broke and dumb like you

I'm covered, I'm covered, I'm covered
Got a praying mother, praying mother, praying mother, yeah
No weapons formed against me shall ever prosper, nigga
If you got a problem you can see me with it 'cause I got

I got bodies (bodies), yeah
Good thing they bury themselves, yeah
But a nigga ain't ever gon' get one up on me, yeah
And a bitch ain't never gon' have nothing on me
I got bodies (bodies), yeah
I got bodies (bodies)

[Part II: Sweet]

They say that you should be humble
Just so you don't one-up 'em
Wanna stay on your coattail
Break you down till you mumble and act different, did I mention
I know what I got
They just singing songs, I'ma pack 'em up and do 'em like they mother should've done, should've done
I ain't scared of you bitches, I can't be fair to you niggas
I carry weight on you niggas, ain't giving scrap to you bitches
I pull it back and be swinging, I give it, huh
Yeah, the most, swear the most, they'll never know what it was
Throw me under concrete, I'ma grow again
Been a real bitch, never lost a real friend
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Never been sweet)
(Never been sweet)