HEDDHUNNERZ!
Bundy in the green room, jumping on stage
Had to get up out the A
I got the whole world waiting on me
I told my city I would make it, they was hating on me
Feeling like K Dot, ain't nobody praying for me
THC and Psilocybin running in my veins
I don't ever sit and bitch when it don't go a nigga way
'Cause I know I'm the only one control a nigga fate
Al Bundy man, head hunter, rolling through the A
I got paranoia, loneliness, and fear inside my head
I be high as fuck speaking to the spirits of the dead
I'm a pioneer, counter culture hero in my head
And a pretty ass nigga
I ain't hearing what you said
South side born punk nigga with a Sox hat
Just in case anybody forgot that-uh
I'm a real shit popper
5'7 and I'm still big poppa
Static in a instant if I feel something pop up
You ain't finna drill shit
Lil' bitch stop it
ACAB, nigga I be flicking at the coppers
Blue lace Docs
Nigga we can get it poppin'
You got it?
Ice Mountain 24 pack on the kitchen floor
That's some real nigga shit
You don't get it, though
I don't give a fuck
I'll happily play the villain role
You sending disses, on my brother you can get exposed
She said "go fuck that other bitch that you be talking to"
So I fucked that other bitch that I be talking to
Archive pieces
Westwood, Given'
Pretty boy
Feeling like that nigga when I'm walking through
Blow a whole check on Sunday
Get it right back on Monday
Still in my duffy
Hating ass rednecks mad 'cause a real nigga getting that money
Bitch I'm Bundy!
Shake 'em off my body, I just tell 'em niggas back back
And my pockets on fat like Jack Black
My white boy told me just send it to the CashApp
30 minutes later burning blackberry gaspack
Pass that
Soy mafutero, I ain't pill popping
2011 Tyler, bitch I'm feeling like a real goblin
All these rap niggas corny
I don't understand 'em getting love
I got my foot all on they neck and I ain't letting up
And it ain't shit to call my shorty, he gon send a slug
$2500 in his CashApp
Get it done
Get it in, get him out
Simple and clean
Now everybody getting loose tryna skip to the beat
Okay drop it, shake it, do it, move it backwards
My life is a movie
But shorty I'm not a actor
Took a trip to Toronto
I'm tryna hang with the Raptors
Took a swig out the bottle
I like to drink 'til I'm plastered
Nothing you do matters
Nigga you not a factor
Everything is everything and everybody bastards
I been analyzing everyone and recognizing patterns
And I get white people money in exact terms
Blow a whole check on Sunday
Get it right back on Monday
Still in my duffy
Hating ass rednecks mad 'cause a real nigga getting that money
Bitch I'm Bundy!
Shake 'em off my body, I just tell 'em niggas back back
And my pockets on fat like Jack Black
My white boy told me just send it to the CashApp
30 minutes later burning blackberry gaspack
Blow a whole check on Sunday
Get it right back on Monday
Still in my duffy
Hating ass rednecks mad 'cause a real nigga getting that money
Bitch I'm Bundy!
Shake 'em off my body, I just tell 'em niggas back back
And my pockets on fat like Jack Black
My white boy told me just send it to the CashApp
30 minutes later burning blackberry gaspack
Pass that
Had to get up out the A
I got the whole world waiting on me
I told my city I would make it, they was hating on me
Feeling like K Dot, ain't nobody praying for me
THC and Psilocybin running in my veins
I don't ever sit and bitch when it don't go a nigga way
'Cause I know I'm the only one control a nigga fate
Al Bundy man, head hunter, rolling through the A
I got paranoia, loneliness, and fear inside my head
I be high as fuck speaking to the spirits of the dead
I'm a pioneer, counter culture hero in my head
And a pretty ass nigga
I ain't hearing what you said
South side born punk nigga with a Sox hat
Just in case anybody forgot that-uh
I'm a real shit popper
5'7 and I'm still big poppa
Static in a instant if I feel something pop up
You ain't finna drill shit
Lil' bitch stop it
ACAB, nigga I be flicking at the coppers
Blue lace Docs
Nigga we can get it poppin'
You got it?
Ice Mountain 24 pack on the kitchen floor
That's some real nigga shit
You don't get it, though
I don't give a fuck
I'll happily play the villain role
You sending disses, on my brother you can get exposed
She said "go fuck that other bitch that you be talking to"
So I fucked that other bitch that I be talking to
Archive pieces
Westwood, Given'
Pretty boy
Feeling like that nigga when I'm walking through
Blow a whole check on Sunday
Get it right back on Monday
Still in my duffy
Hating ass rednecks mad 'cause a real nigga getting that money
Bitch I'm Bundy!
Shake 'em off my body, I just tell 'em niggas back back
And my pockets on fat like Jack Black
My white boy told me just send it to the CashApp
30 minutes later burning blackberry gaspack
Pass that
Soy mafutero, I ain't pill popping
2011 Tyler, bitch I'm feeling like a real goblin
All these rap niggas corny
I don't understand 'em getting love
I got my foot all on they neck and I ain't letting up
And it ain't shit to call my shorty, he gon send a slug
$2500 in his CashApp
Get it done
Get it in, get him out
Simple and clean
Now everybody getting loose tryna skip to the beat
Okay drop it, shake it, do it, move it backwards
My life is a movie
But shorty I'm not a actor
Took a trip to Toronto
I'm tryna hang with the Raptors
Took a swig out the bottle
I like to drink 'til I'm plastered
Nothing you do matters
Nigga you not a factor
Everything is everything and everybody bastards
I been analyzing everyone and recognizing patterns
And I get white people money in exact terms
Blow a whole check on Sunday
Get it right back on Monday
Still in my duffy
Hating ass rednecks mad 'cause a real nigga getting that money
Bitch I'm Bundy!
Shake 'em off my body, I just tell 'em niggas back back
And my pockets on fat like Jack Black
My white boy told me just send it to the CashApp
30 minutes later burning blackberry gaspack
Blow a whole check on Sunday
Get it right back on Monday
Still in my duffy
Hating ass rednecks mad 'cause a real nigga getting that money
Bitch I'm Bundy!
Shake 'em off my body, I just tell 'em niggas back back
And my pockets on fat like Jack Black
My white boy told me just send it to the CashApp
30 minutes later burning blackberry gaspack
Pass that
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Writer(s): Allen Alexander Jr.
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