Da Bully Freestyle

Bitch it's the bully
You know that i came for the goodies
Jumped off the porch and i balanced my footing
Counting my bread while i'm smoking on cookie
My bitch is the baddest
You know that i'm smoking the fattest
My choppa sing imma name that bitch Gladys
I set the bar when it come to this fashion
I put it on and i know they gone copy
I beat the pack out they thought i was boxing
Still going hard and they thought i was stopping
I hit the floor and they thought i was flopping
These niggas not bout that action they cappin
I don't think you niggas want static but if you want war then you niggas can have it
I really flip packs make it feel like gymnastics
And I walked in wit a mean mug
High tech red in a green cup
We the scheme team can't scheme us
Front pockets filled wit green stuff
Back pockets filled wit blue bills
Back against the wall
Who am i to call
But before i fall
I'm jackin wit Jill
Keep me a hank like the king of the hill
No Tony Stark but i'm riding wit that iron
Straight to the door i aint waiting in like
Said i was next and they thought i was lying
All black attire like somebody dying
All black attire like somebody dying bitch



Credits
Writer(s): Lloyd Briggs
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