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
 

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Duration
04:26
Key
9
Tempo
100 BPM

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