Bully

Back on my bully
Back on my bullshit
Rollin' my woody
I wish that you would bitch
Back on my bully
Back on my bullshit
She stealin' my hoodie
Who said that you could bitch

I got a pretty one really wanna be up on the front page
She a city one hit and run stealin' on a Sunday
Get a little lit little brick throw it in the Hyundai
Livin' really rich silly bitch tell 'em that my funds late
I'm rollin' a philly and rollin' a billy and sniff it up
Loot like I'm Biggie I stole from the city
I'm pickin' my beef and I grill it up
Fuck what you talkin' about
I'm feeling reckless if you walk on my route
Steal your necklace
All my stock in the South
Butter bean cornbread raise North Cackalack on my forehead

Back on my bully
Back on my bullshit
Rollin' my woody
I wish that you would bitch
Back on my bully
Back on my bullshit
She stealin' my hoodie
Who said that you could bitch

Black bag brown liquor hashtag
That's a pound with her
Down with the shot
Drown with her
Found with a knot
Downtown slicker
What you want I can get it
Tight as your fitted
Stop fighting the vision
You dying or living
The horizon is dimming we show 'em the light
I got options (hoes)
Better than yours I'm adopting (flows)
Now I need Boston Globe paper bitch
Cus' my shopping slow
Ah shit you stressin' baby
Please stop with the extraness
I ain't God but I'm excellent
I aim high for the eminence
Back on my bully no cap
Pull on my hoodie it's black
Pull on my woody and laugh
The aftermath I'm filling my casket fast

Back on bullshit
Rollin' my woody
I wish that you would bitch
Back on my bully
Back on my bullshit
She stealin' my hoodie
Who said that you could bitch



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Writer(s): Connor Smith
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