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Letra : Bully
Shout out my boy, Ditto
DamZ, what the f**k?
Gang, gang, gang, gang
If I'm in a ride, they know if it's blacked out, goin' in a glide for corps (Skrrt, skrrt)
I don't need them cyber thoughts, I live real life, outside, of course (Outside)
Slide 'round with the mash, the 4's then slide in a gyal and put her on a force (Bah)
I whip that, send out of course, outside ain't really indoors (Reh, reh, reh)
If it ain't a back of a two door motor ding-dong whip as I get away (Skrrt, skrrt)
This gun .9 beats, not the headphones here while I bang if I slap this gauge (Baow, baow, baow)
Ayy, run, don't get tanned, or you gonna need a doctor like Dre (Boy)
1-T-1 come old like Trafford, but still match fit when it's time to play (Bye, bye, bye, bye, ayy)
They free the boy Kash, straight back to the cash, but KMT, three step on the gas (Free him, free him)
One goes in and then one comes out (Ayy)
Just like my rambo when I'm gettin' his back (Boy)
The first when I beat went over his bean, gotta get it up high with a rusty mop (Headshot)
We don't really talk too much, we just bark two slugs, make a darg do stunts (Boy, boy, boy)
The feds had me in the system (Woo, woo), system, not solar, Yoza
Glad that they let me free, still ride that clean (Clean, clean), go Cliff for Bogart (Ayy)
I was raised on Broadwater Farm blocks (Bros, bros) with my brothers, Jonas
Just got started, it's far from over (Grrt, grrt)
This revolver is a problem solver (Bye, bye)
Don't get hit, pray to Jehovah
Pray I don't get seen by witness (Hrr)
Abz from range and a stolen Rover
Creep up close if you're not from distant
Put a kid sleep, no lullaby
Gonna need an alibi if the jakes get inclin
And in no point, tryna play hero
You ain't gonna die a saint like Vincent (Hrr, hrr)
Smoke fags, no blem, I can never 'llow them, fat corn for a opp boy friend (Grrt, baow)
Heads up, who's next? Shoot on them, on deck, when you're 'round, best protect your chest (I know)
High chest, can't settle for less (Nah), I pray late nights, so I know I'm blessed
I'll do it for myself, or I'll do it ten press
They do it for the net, and they hop on the fence (Skrrt)
Get 'round and bully, bully
I've slid 'round there like a hundred of times, in the back, just pull it, pull it
Me and my guys, my circle's tight, no words when they give man bullet, bullet
I slide (Baow, baow) opp block, green field (Baow, baow) to the top, headin' out of the drop (Baow, baow)
Can't forget all my guys inside
The pansie come, the corn bro stop
Motor bro told me to chill, it's real (Woo, woo), but I'm out in an opp block, bangin' off steel (Grrt)
Them n***as get touched, but they don't reveal
Risk calm (Ayy), and you know we're over on in the field (Boy), are you ill?
We're on drills, both twinnin' rambos, Jack and Jill
More time, it's the wap, got the angle still
I'll rip off your skin like a mango peel (Mad, broop)
I'm in the 9 like the 1-4-4
Put the pump in the ride (Woosh), I ain't fillin' up petrol (Woosh, woosh)
Tap that b*t*h in the back of the rental (Bo-bo)
End of my crib (Bo-bo), baby gotta be special, but you're not (Boy), so it's long
Sorry not sorry, don't mean to offend you (Boy)
Sun's out, guns out, hit man's friend too (Ayy)
You smoke all these cars, bro, we circle on peds (Skrrt, skrrt)
Sorry not sorry when a yute gets hit
Ayy, Kush, skrr, skid
Gotta make cash (Kash) and buy some sticks
And go to opp block, turn them L's into wins (Skrrt)
Before I ride out, gotta toke on a kush till a boy sign out, put cash on his hood
Slap that, whack that right in his snap back
Gang jump out and their whole block shook
DamZ, what the f**k?
Gang, gang, gang, gang
If I'm in a ride, they know if it's blacked out, goin' in a glide for corps (Skrrt, skrrt)
I don't need them cyber thoughts, I live real life, outside, of course (Outside)
Slide 'round with the mash, the 4's then slide in a gyal and put her on a force (Bah)
I whip that, send out of course, outside ain't really indoors (Reh, reh, reh)
If it ain't a back of a two door motor ding-dong whip as I get away (Skrrt, skrrt)
This gun .9 beats, not the headphones here while I bang if I slap this gauge (Baow, baow, baow)
Ayy, run, don't get tanned, or you gonna need a doctor like Dre (Boy)
1-T-1 come old like Trafford, but still match fit when it's time to play (Bye, bye, bye, bye, ayy)
They free the boy Kash, straight back to the cash, but KMT, three step on the gas (Free him, free him)
One goes in and then one comes out (Ayy)
Just like my rambo when I'm gettin' his back (Boy)
The first when I beat went over his bean, gotta get it up high with a rusty mop (Headshot)
We don't really talk too much, we just bark two slugs, make a darg do stunts (Boy, boy, boy)
The feds had me in the system (Woo, woo), system, not solar, Yoza
Glad that they let me free, still ride that clean (Clean, clean), go Cliff for Bogart (Ayy)
I was raised on Broadwater Farm blocks (Bros, bros) with my brothers, Jonas
Just got started, it's far from over (Grrt, grrt)
This revolver is a problem solver (Bye, bye)
Don't get hit, pray to Jehovah
Pray I don't get seen by witness (Hrr)
Abz from range and a stolen Rover
Creep up close if you're not from distant
Put a kid sleep, no lullaby
Gonna need an alibi if the jakes get inclin
And in no point, tryna play hero
You ain't gonna die a saint like Vincent (Hrr, hrr)
Smoke fags, no blem, I can never 'llow them, fat corn for a opp boy friend (Grrt, baow)
Heads up, who's next? Shoot on them, on deck, when you're 'round, best protect your chest (I know)
High chest, can't settle for less (Nah), I pray late nights, so I know I'm blessed
I'll do it for myself, or I'll do it ten press
They do it for the net, and they hop on the fence (Skrrt)
Get 'round and bully, bully
I've slid 'round there like a hundred of times, in the back, just pull it, pull it
Me and my guys, my circle's tight, no words when they give man bullet, bullet
I slide (Baow, baow) opp block, green field (Baow, baow) to the top, headin' out of the drop (Baow, baow)
Can't forget all my guys inside
The pansie come, the corn bro stop
Motor bro told me to chill, it's real (Woo, woo), but I'm out in an opp block, bangin' off steel (Grrt)
Them n***as get touched, but they don't reveal
Risk calm (Ayy), and you know we're over on in the field (Boy), are you ill?
We're on drills, both twinnin' rambos, Jack and Jill
More time, it's the wap, got the angle still
I'll rip off your skin like a mango peel (Mad, broop)
I'm in the 9 like the 1-4-4
Put the pump in the ride (Woosh), I ain't fillin' up petrol (Woosh, woosh)
Tap that b*t*h in the back of the rental (Bo-bo)
End of my crib (Bo-bo), baby gotta be special, but you're not (Boy), so it's long
Sorry not sorry, don't mean to offend you (Boy)
Sun's out, guns out, hit man's friend too (Ayy)
You smoke all these cars, bro, we circle on peds (Skrrt, skrrt)
Sorry not sorry when a yute gets hit
Ayy, Kush, skrr, skid
Gotta make cash (Kash) and buy some sticks
And go to opp block, turn them L's into wins (Skrrt)
Before I ride out, gotta toke on a kush till a boy sign out, put cash on his hood
Slap that, whack that right in his snap back
Gang jump out and their whole block shook
