Bold

Ay, lets go, ay, bow, bow

Oh, you bold huh
I ran it up I risked my life now my wrist froze huh
I can't double back 'cause it's twelve they at the door huh
I reminisce on days I used to pour a four huh
Now I hit bitches after shows like rock n' roll huh

Lil boy you could go on a shirt
If they ask what happened and you say my name my niggas put you in the dirt
My niggas put you in a hearse, you bitch 'cause you got a purse
I be tryn' do good but life full of sin, I be like what the fuck is a church
I be like why the fuck do it hurt
'Cause the money it don't be enough
I be tryn' do everything all in my power to live like a dime in the rough
Tryna keep my hands out of the cuffs
In the booth and I'm smokin' on runtz
You could be with my niggas I don't give a fuck, 'cause no you not hittin' my blunt
I step out in Sicko for the stunt, make a hit they gon' call it a bunt
If I drop a song you niggas gon hate, but fuck it I'll do it for fun
I want the millions of bucks, give me that shit today
Don't even talk to me, 'cause I ain't got shit to say
Watch where you walkin' please, before you get hit with the K
Before you get hit by lil A
Before you get hit in broad day

You bold huh
I ran it up I risked my life now my wrist froze huh
I can't double back 'cause it's twelve they at the door huh
I reminisce on days I used to pour a four huh
Now I hit bitches after shows like rock n' roll huh

You got no diamonds no thousands
At your front door and I'm poundin'
I do no talkin' no barkin' I just get to sparkin' and y'all get to shoutin'
Never no beef on the net if I lose I promise there is never poutin'
I'm a just knock out your brains get your wires rerouted just 'cause you doubtin'
Slide with a nigga named Steve 'cause he shootin'
Put you in a suit now they callin' you Luther
I give you some lead for the paper and that is a tutor, you messin' with me and it fucks up your future
I can't take you serious, you just a blooper
I'ma slide with a tech and it's slim like computers
Get sprayed with this K you can't use no maneuver, if you need that bread then I'ma a commuter
If you didn't get that that means I'ma a mover
God gave you a life but I'm the remover
I'm up so early, gettin' the bread I wake up the roosters uh
Shoot at his ankles, it's gon' hurt worse than a scooter huh
Shoot at his ankles, it's gon' hurt worse than a scooter

You bold huh
I ran it up I risked my life now my wrist froze huh
I can't double back 'cause it's twelve they at the door huh
I reminisce on days I used to pour a four huh
Now I hit bitches after shows like rock n' roll huh



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Writer(s): Kareem Lizaire
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