Body Parts (Explicit) (Single Version)

Body Parts (feat. MGK) - Migos/Machine Gun Kelly (機關槍凱利)

(Intro: Quavo)

Yah

Young rich ni**a

Migos in the building

Young rich ni**a sh*t man

F**k wrong with these niggas man

Go

(Hook: Quavo)

Yo' b**ch wanna f**k the squad

Cause she see exotic cars

Them niggas hating on your boy

Bow bow gruow gruow

We got body parts

Young rich ni**a tryna see a milli

I got niggas that'll get you for a meal ticket

I know niggas that remix re-rock the whole chicken

I feel like the president Richard Nixon

(Verse 1: Quavo)

Gotta watch for them snake niggas plotting

Young rich ni**a

I'm walking around with the rocket

I ain't seen you in two years so how I f**k with you

I ain't even gon' touch you I'ma let my man's get you

I pull up and pop in the trunk and it looking like hopscotch big blocks

Remember me hitting the juugs and licks and ducking and dodging the cops

I feel like 2Pac it's me against the world and I can't be stopped

Just me in the drop came from holes in my sock and now I got guap

(Hook)

(Verse 2: Takeoff)

Gruow gruow gruow we got body parts

I don't need no body guard I just use my face card

In the kitchen frying fishes got to come with tartar sauce

Call me Pastor Takeoff healing niggas Peter Popoff

I'm A1 ni**a no stakes off

Baking the birdies I'm having a bake-off

Extorting these niggas and money they pay off

These niggas got work but ain't working they late off

I hop out the Porsche like I'm Jeffrey Dahmer

A living legend Ronald McDonald

My wrist terminator but I am no Arnold

Football Xans I call 'em Hey Arnold

(Hook)

(Verse 3: Offset)

F**k ni**a talking hit 'em with extensions

Throw 'em in the river now the ni**a missing

F**k ni**a tripping Im payin attention

I hit em with semi's he don't even see it

If I catch a body I'm gonna be innocent

Clear the whole scene and I'm leaving no witnesses

Everybody get it even civilians

The only people that I spare is the children

I'm sending you niggas take away your body parts

Karate chop that ni**a like it's martial-arts

Shot that ni**a left 'em at the park

Put the p**sy ni**a on a milk carton

My choppa banana-clipped got a knife

Don't roll the dice ni**a you risk your life

I'm pouring up lean on your grave-site

I throw him the bullet he catch it like Jerry Rice

(Verse 4: Machine Gun Kelly)

Ugh f**k a b**ch cause it's Thug Life

Smoking good cause my plug right

200k sold on my debut release

200 felons locked up from the team

Popping 200 bottles the day they release

Yes I am deceased meaning I'm raiding from all of these sheets

Get Rich or Die Tryin' keep that on repeat

And all these b**ches is trying to get on me

And I f**k all of them hoes got 2 cell phones can't none of them call me