[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)