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lirik lagu bullshit – ralo

[intro: ralo]
i’m on that bullsh-t, yeah, i’m on that bullsh-t (yeah)
i’m on that bullsh-t, yeah (famgoon)
i’m on that bullsh-t, i’m on that bullsh-t, yeah (yeah)
i’m on that bullsh-t (uh), i’m on that bullsh-t

[chorus: ralo]
got no feeling for a f-ck n-gg-, i don’t know how it feel
they keep telling me to chill, i don’t know what that is
catch me piped up, got the pipes out everywhere a n-gg- live
f-ck how n-gg- feel, i’ma tell you how it is
i’m on that bullsh-t (yeah), i’m on that bullsh-t, yeah
i’m on that bullsh-t (what you on?), i’m on that bullsh-t, yeah
i’m on that bullsh-t (yeah), i’m on that bullsh-t, yeah (what you on?)
i’m on that bullsh-t (yeah), i’m on that bullsh-t, yeah

[verse 1: ralo]
i’m on that bullsh-t, ridin’ around with a full clip
i got gps on the opps, i wish a f-ck n-gg- would trip
i wish a f-ck n-gg- try me today
try me today and got shot in the face
play with some safe and you will be erased
murder ain’t nothin’ but a criminal case
don’t be slippin’, better pay attention
they gon’ put you on a dead mission
they gon’ point the fingers at the opps
n-gg-s ready for my sh-t to drop
n-gg-s ready for that famgoon sh-t
they know i be on all the goon sh-t
they know i be on all the f-ck sh-t
they know i be on all the bullsh-t
i be on it, i be on it, n-gg-
i am petty than a lonely n-gg-
i told my b-tch she can’t come outside (why?)
that p-ssy too good to be outside
got no love for the other side
we gon’ ride ’til them suckers die
we don’t f-ck with the other side
i lost the feelings when my brother died

[chorus: ralo]
got no feeling for a f-ck n-gg-, i don’t know how it feel
they keep telling me to chill, i don’t know what that is
catch me piped up, got them pipes out everywhere a n-gg- live
f-ck how n-gg- feel, i’ma tell you how it is
i’m on that bullsh-t (yeah), i’m on that bullsh-t, yeah
i’m on that bullsh-t (what you on?), i’m on that bullsh-t, yeah
i’m on that bullsh-t (yeah), i’m on that bullsh-t, yeah (what you on?)
i’m on that bullsh-t (yeah), i’m on that bullsh-t, yeah

[verse 2: tee grizzley]
my n-gg-s witches
they keep something on ’em long as a broomstick
i’m on that bullsh-t, i’ll let the tool spit
i’ll get you dropped while i’m on a cruise ship (i’m gone)
you scary, go in that place with the pulpit
or get wet like a pool, b-tch
i’m in the trenches, i got on my full kit
you know a n-gg- gettin’ smoked if i pull this
ralo, get all of the choppers out
we gon’ show n-gg-s what drama ’bout
opps keep calling my phone like
“tee, why you keep riding past my mama house?”
better show your face ‘fore i run in that b-tch
tellin’ me to chill, naw, f-ck that sh-t
tell that n-gg- don’t ride with no kids
you know i’m ’bout to throw a whole drum in that whip
ain’t you f-cking on famous b-tches?
why you still f-cking with the hood hoes?
don’t you got a mansion, why not go to walmart?
why you still f-cking with the hood stores?
why you still f-cking with the custos, buying work?
why you still tryna get the drugs sold?
don’t you got a bentley? why you riding in a 18-wheeler?
b-tch, that’s a truckload, i’m on that bullsh-t

[verse 3: vl deck]
yeah i’m on bullsh-t, still got a thirty clip
i’m ’bout that steppin’, i get to pressin’, i’m over bullsh-t
try me, i send a blitz
rap ’bout this sh-t, so i’m living it
glock on me right now, you can get shot while we speakin’
focused on mission, on addies i geek
24-7 on creep, we don’t sleep
i don’t show love, you get whacked where you eat
free that boy ralo, he shot on you geeks
fifty some shots, let ’em sleep in the jeep
saved by the bells, ain’t talkin’ bout screech
crash out in ‘raq cause i’m good in the street
i don’t sell a feature, i go sell a p
i got them numbers on deck, i’m rockin’ different sets
rollie busted, ran me forty
i’m thinking ’bout going baguettes
flash out, trip by the ‘jects
look at me wrong, boy, get you stretched
i’m ’bout that foolishness, vl ruthless, huh

[verse 4: bankroll ziggy]
we do not f-ck with them n-gg-s
we shoot that sh-t up and we don’t give a d-mn how they feeling
i got some n-gg-s gon’ run in there poppin’ with cutters and k!ll everything in the building, yeah
we on the sh-t that they not
ayy, ralo, we might just hit they whole block
gon’ crash on ’em with a bunch of glocks
talking broad day, n-gg-, f-ck the opps (n-gg-, f-ck ’em)
tell them lil’ n-gg-s don’t tempt me
my sh-t is fully, not semi, so boy, don’t you tempt me
i will just lose all my memory
jump in that bentley and ride until that b-tch empty
acting street but ain’t street n-gg-s
i got no feelings for weak n-gg-s
trigger finger itch around you busters
so i don’t even like to greet n-gg-s
blicky and a strap, that’s a cold case, yeah
hitters walk down, hit his whole face, yeah
call big shots like a coach play, yeah
and they gon’ hit the boy then relocate, yeah
they gon’ do bodies on bodies
they gon’ get so d-mn r-t-rded, accept no apologies
i really ride like a harley
it ain’t no warning when i’m out my body, i slide

[outro: ralo]
i’m on that bullsh-t, yeah
i’m on that bullsh-t, i’m on that bullsh-t, yeah
i’m on that bullsh-t, i’m on that bullsh-t, yeah
i’m on that bullsh-t, i’m on that bullsh-t

- ralo

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