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BULLY (feat. Flyyboy Rod)
by $limeball
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I been chasing paper, ian chasing after pussy
I ain't ducking shit, we got choppas for the bullies (Bitch)
That nigga think he bulletproof, but he can't duck no fully
You would think we was some scouts, all my niggas selling cookies
Every time I come outside, I got designer on my hoodie
I ain't doing shit in private, when I come in they be looking
I see niggas on the shaderoom in the comments, niggas pussy
Brodie on the playground toting choppas, he a bully
Try to hop the gate and we gon feed his ass some bullets
Niggas never touched a trigger, I won't hesitate to pull it
Put a bracelet on his wrist and prolly fuck up his insurance
If I gotta diss a opp, I'm throwing shots like im a turret
Niggas know the vibes, its still a pocket cemetery (Uh)
Nigga still inside, niggas pussy niggas scary (Uh)
My lil bitch a baddie, she be racking up demerits
I'm a demon Freddy Krueger, I need me a bloody mary (Uh)
It's DTB and all these bitches got me messed up (Got me fucked up)
If you hard nigga, say it with ya chest up
These niggas rats, offer cheese and they gon fess up
And ian Khaled but a nigga feeling blessed up (Let's go)
I been chasing paper, ian chasing after pussy
I ain't ducking shit, we got choppas for the bullies (Bitch)
That nigga think he bulletproof, but he can't duck no fully
You would think we was some scouts, all my niggas selling cookies (Aye)
Every time I come outside, I got designer on my hoodie
I ain't doing shit in private, when I come in they be looking
I see niggas on the shaderoom in the comments, niggas pussy
Brodie on the playground toting choppas, he a bully
It ain't gotta be my birthday, nigga ima blow cake
Send yo bitch a snowflake, give her ass a throw 8
Tryna explain to my mama, why I'm coming home late
I been trapping 9-5, I ain't taking no breaks
I'm tryna get you out the hood
As long as I'm alive, all my people gon be good
They think that I'm a problem, I'm just misunderstood
Ima go far away in a cabin in the woods
This shit expensive, don't go broke tryna get high
You know that you can't dress so don't go broke tryna get fly
Stop acting tough for these lil hoes before you fucking die
Stop acting like a gangsta, bitch you know you FBI (Fucking Rat)
Up a mill by July, ima get the check then ima get right out the Chi
Get a lil bitch from the trenches, prolly take her to Dubai
I ain't coming to no party, I can't get in with my 9 (Nigga)
I been chasing paper, ian chasing after pussy
I ain't ducking shit, we got choppas for the bullies (Bitch)
That nigga think he bulletproof, but he can't duck no fully
You would think we was some scouts, all my niggas selling cookies
Every time I come outside, I got designer on my hoodie
I ain't doing shit in private, when I come in they be looking
I see niggas on the shaderoom in the comments, niggas pussy
Brodie on the playground toting choppas, he a bully
Try to hop the gate and we gon feed his ass some bullets
Niggas never touched a trigger, I won't hesitate to pull it
Put a bracelet on his wrist and prolly fuck up his insurance
If I gotta diss a opp, I'm throwing shots like im a turret
Niggas know the vibes, its still a pocket cemetery (Uh)
Nigga still inside, niggas pussy niggas scary (Uh)
My lil bitch a baddie, she be racking up demerits
I'm a demon Freddy Krueger, I need me a bloody mary (Uh)
It's DTB and all these bitches got me messed up (Got me fucked up)
If you hard nigga, say it with ya chest up
These niggas rats, offer cheese and they gon fess up
And ian Khaled but a nigga feeling blessed up (Let's go)
I been chasing paper, ian chasing after pussy
I ain't ducking shit, we got choppas for the bullies (Bitch)
That nigga think he bulletproof, but he can't duck no fully
You would think we was some scouts, all my niggas selling cookies (Aye)
Every time I come outside, I got designer on my hoodie
I ain't doing shit in private, when I come in they be looking
I see niggas on the shaderoom in the comments, niggas pussy
Brodie on the playground toting choppas, he a bully
It ain't gotta be my birthday, nigga ima blow cake
Send yo bitch a snowflake, give her ass a throw 8
Tryna explain to my mama, why I'm coming home late
I been trapping 9-5, I ain't taking no breaks
I'm tryna get you out the hood
As long as I'm alive, all my people gon be good
They think that I'm a problem, I'm just misunderstood
Ima go far away in a cabin in the woods
This shit expensive, don't go broke tryna get high
You know that you can't dress so don't go broke tryna get fly
Stop acting tough for these lil hoes before you fucking die
Stop acting like a gangsta, bitch you know you FBI (Fucking Rat)
Up a mill by July, ima get the check then ima get right out the Chi
Get a lil bitch from the trenches, prolly take her to Dubai
I ain't coming to no party, I can't get in with my 9 (Nigga)
