Blue Bills
There's no mercy I'm along for the journey
If you fucking with my nigga you might as well try to hurt me
And I'm sturdy I heard you had a closet thats really dirty
You might want to hide UX is in a hurry
(What you aint fucking with)
I aint fucking with your lame ass shit
Your let it rain like shit
I'll say your name right quick
(Soley nigga)
Now yall fucking with the Alternate Jodie
Mr. Reality's phony
I'm like your god when I'm lonely but only when I see you fucking up
And I aint never seen you nigga
When I do I'll fuck you up I need you to believe it nigga
I'm like the monster that be under your bed
The ones you pray to forget
Not ones you trapped in your head
Microwave niggas bruh I swear its all the same
Blue Bill Soley nigga I just took ya name
He don't want the wreck so just stay inside ya lane
Imma pull up with the heater (pow pow pow pow) right at ya brain
Smoking potent focus you grimy nigga you know it
Left a nigga easy she opened up like a lotus
Know a couple demons but not to say I'll expose it
I'll just keep them in the closet continue to keep it trolling
Big slow bitch
While my wrist frost bit
And they tend to contridict
While I spit hot shit
And you want it you can have it
You on't want the static
He aint really bout it bitch I'll stretch him like elastic
Leave him on the floor and now I'm laughing bruh it's tragic
Pistol in my pocket disappeared like it was magic
Said he had a strap I took a peak and it was plastic
That's funny
Im laughing (ha ha ha ha)
If you fucking with my nigga you might as well try to hurt me
And I'm sturdy I heard you had a closet thats really dirty
You might want to hide UX is in a hurry
(What you aint fucking with)
I aint fucking with your lame ass shit
Your let it rain like shit
I'll say your name right quick
(Soley nigga)
Now yall fucking with the Alternate Jodie
Mr. Reality's phony
I'm like your god when I'm lonely but only when I see you fucking up
And I aint never seen you nigga
When I do I'll fuck you up I need you to believe it nigga
I'm like the monster that be under your bed
The ones you pray to forget
Not ones you trapped in your head
Microwave niggas bruh I swear its all the same
Blue Bill Soley nigga I just took ya name
He don't want the wreck so just stay inside ya lane
Imma pull up with the heater (pow pow pow pow) right at ya brain
Smoking potent focus you grimy nigga you know it
Left a nigga easy she opened up like a lotus
Know a couple demons but not to say I'll expose it
I'll just keep them in the closet continue to keep it trolling
Big slow bitch
While my wrist frost bit
And they tend to contridict
While I spit hot shit
And you want it you can have it
You on't want the static
He aint really bout it bitch I'll stretch him like elastic
Leave him on the floor and now I'm laughing bruh it's tragic
Pistol in my pocket disappeared like it was magic
Said he had a strap I took a peak and it was plastic
That's funny
Im laughing (ha ha ha ha)
Credits
Writer(s): Soley The Ghost
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