Bullshit (feat. Kevin Gates)
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Lyrics
Wake up every morning for the bank role Ain't got it but I can't go All about my cheese, my nigga can't so Chillins get this money, nigga pay so Swear I just talk to Cam, sure let's get it pop it Nigga with me, someone told him to shot me The club goin' up cuz we started from the bottom All up with my nigga cuz somebody pop the bottom Gota roll so I'm poppin', I'mma put on the model It how they put a party, get the bitches and the ride on Lil nigga with a forty since a younger made a problem May have no roll model so how you think will ridin' Man in the street we racin', racin' And nigga be patient, patient And these others nigga hatin', hatin' Cuz the paper I'm chasin', chasin' Nigga waal Life too short for the bullshit, for the bullshit nigga x 4 Life too short for a bullshit, Life too short x 4 Life too short for a bullshit, For the bullshit nigga Sweatin' for the money like I can't stop And some sleepers in ten top nigga I was hurtin' and hopin' that the pain will stop Thirsty for the world, I feel the rain drop I know how to rile and how to fuck and bang the balance? No body sais is easy, man you know this shit is a chalange And you chopping at the shots and nigga try to build a palace Smokin' to Jamaican nigga til my eyes are callas Yeah I'm smokin' on jamaican Drill like, like a ashient Chasin' paper like a maser, Livin' life that's amazin' Nigga waal And nigga ride dolo Man I swear the popper try to take a nigga photo And these niggas won't beaf x 2 Yeah these nigga cow boy nigga told to mamma Thirty glove, murder to a clush nigga With a burner for curneis, for hwo ever hold the feelings If she wants more money to the ceilin' Near and jill, near and deal it Made a killin' with the killler Pay and bail it like the paper close In prison they are all of my dogs They go to yard, never talk, later take the skills Homucide real force, we don't know much more All the man saw the war, you don't know remource All the man saw the war, you don't know to add Worst play to get caught Sleepers as they caught Stick the ride diches hit' em with the dogs Headlights on the charge, yeah there go the narcs Superman in disguise, just another cop Spittin' up a lot of blood when you go to cough Crime scene, yellow tape, man, there go the chalk Lime green, last bubble and get it small
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 04:26
- Key
- 9
- Tempo
- 100 BPM