Testo BULLY - BabyDrill
Testo della canzone BULLY (BabyDrill), tratta dall'album Still Dangerous
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Know somethin' real, I real
I really live that shit that I rap, you know what I'm saying? These niggas
These niggas some actors (they know that, though)
These fuck niggas really wanna be me, you see what I'm saying? (I swear they do)
They can never be me, though, you know what I'm saying? (Never, nigga)
Trials, tribulations, all that shit
Blood, scars, all that shit, nigga, I worked too hard, nigga
Fuck you (fuck you)
Huh, switch beat on his body, nigga (brrt)
Get tapped with hollows, spread through his shit, poison ivy, nigga (BabyDrill)
And I'm still four pockets full like I'm Wham, these niggas know I can't be fucked with
I'm a million-dollar nigga, but I'm still in the hood with a five, bitch, I'm on all bullshit
Nigga shot at the kid, but I bust back (brrt)
Get a nigga ass nailed like a thumbtack (bah, bah)
Nigga went down the road, then we got his ass poled out for speakin' on Rock, them big facts
Still'll bounce out the back seat, fuck a rap career (come here)
Ghost the Glock, head tap, then scratch off the serial number
Free the church, SOS, bitch was blazin' (blazin')
Talk to God on my knees, pray He save me
Nigga got rich 'fore I ever signed a deal (uh-huh)
Bank account loaded, got two-point-one M
But I'll still ski up, work the backseat like an athlete
Chase a nigga up the hill (come here)
Boy, ever seen a dead body? Give you chills
First nigga here put a box on a ten milli'
I'ma rock out for Rod, give a fuck, I got ten milli'
I ain't squashin' shit, tell them fuckers I'ma still kill 'em (I want 'em dead)
I'm still on the West with a chopper
I looked up to gunslingers, I ain't have a father
I can go hat for hat with any nigga, bet that bitch can't top me
Nigga, all I serve, pop Quay and act an ass
Fuck I look like sparin' niggas?
I'm in a box right now with a paper tag
I was Cristo4L, turnin' niggas to hashtags
Try me, nigga
Huh, switch beat on his body, nigga (brrt)
Get tapped with hollows, spread through his shit, poison ivy, nigga (BabyDrill)
And I'm still four pockets full like I'm Wham, these niggas know I can't be fucked with
I'm a million-dollar nigga, but I'm still in the hood with a five, bitch, I'm on all bullshit
Nigga shot at the kid, but I bust back (brrt)
Get a nigga ass nailed like a thumbtack (bah, bah)
Nigga went down the road, then we got his ass poled out for speakin' on Rock, them big facts
Still'll bounce out the back seat, fuck a rap career (come here)
Ghost the Glock, head tap, then scratch off the serial number
Free the church, SOS, bitch was blazin' (blazin')
Talk to God on my knees, pray He save me
Credits
Writer(s): Bobby Bernard Turner Jr., Delquristo Wilson, Kenneth Robert Smith Jr.
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