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bully - babydrill lyrics

[intro]
uh
know somethin’ real, i real—
i really live that sh*t that i rap, you know what i’m saying? these n*ggas
these n*ggas some actors (they know that, though)
these f*ck n*ggas really wanna be me, you see what i’m saying? (i swear they do)
they can never be me, though, you know what i’m saying? (never, n*gga)
trials, tribulations, all that sh*t
blood, scars, all that sh*t, n*gga, i worked too hard, n*gga
f*ck you (f*ck you)

[chorus]
huh, switch beat on his body, n*gga (brrt)
get tapped with hollows, spread through his sh*t, poison ivy, n*gga (babydrill)
and i’m still four pockets full like i’m wham, these n*ggas know i can’t be f*cked with
i’m a million*dollar n*gga, but i’m still in the hood with a 5, b*tch, i’m on all bullsh*t
n*gga shot at the kid, but i bust back (brrt)
get a n*gga ass nailed like a thumbtack (bah, bah)
n*gga went down thе road, then we got his ass poled out for spеakin’ on rock, them big facts
still’ll bounce out the back seat, f*ck a rap career (come here)
ghost the glock, head tap, then scratch off the serial number
free the church, sos, b*tch was blazin’ (blazin’)
talk to god on my knees, pray he save me

[verse]
n*gga got rich ‘fore i ever signed a deal (uh*huh)
bank account loaded, got two*point*one m
but i’ll still ski up, work the backseat like an athlete, chase a n*gga up the hill (come here)
boy, ever seen a dead body? give you chills
first n*gga here put a box on a ten milli’
i’ma rock out for rod, give a f*ck, i got ten milli’
i ain’t squashin’ sh*t, tell them f*ckers i’ma still k!ll ’em (i want ’em dead)
i’m still on the west with a chopper
i looked up to gunslingers, i ain’t have a father
i can go hat for hat with any n*gga, bet that b*tch can’t top me
n*gga, all i serve, pop quay and act an ass
f*ck i look like sparin’ n*ggas? i’m in a box right now with a paper tag
i was cristo4l, turnin’ n*ggas to hashtags
[chorus]
try me, n*gga
huh, switch beat on his body, n*gga (brrt)
get tapped with hollows, spread through his sh*t, poison ivy, n*gga (babydrill)
and i’m still four pockets full like i’m wham, these n*ggas know i can’t be f*cked with
i’m a million*dollar n*gga, but i’m still in the hood with a 5, b*tch, i’m on all bullsh*t
n*gga shot at the kid, but i bust back (brrt)
get a n*gga ass nailed like a thumbtack (bah, bah)
n*gga went down the road, then we got his ass poled out for speakin’ on rock, them big facts
still’ll bounce out the back seat, f*ck a rap career (come here)
ghost the glock, head tap, then scratch off the serial number
free the church, sos, b*tch was blazin’ (blazin’)
talk to god on my knees, pray he save me
canc

- babydrill lyrics

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