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bully (get axtive) - ray r-15 (rapper) lyrics

[verse: ray r*15]
push up, we can get active
up that gl!ck and start subtractin’
n*gga, up that stick and get to blastin’
we got silence glocks, they got suppressors
i be in that phantom, i ain’t john madden
blew me off that boy, they said, “it was static”
if marrgielaa steppin’ then i’m steppin’
just like covid, hollows get to spreadin’
quanos, you slidin’ or what?
n*gga, i promote violence
i see a opp, i’m walkin’ down and uppin’ and firin’
glock louder than wildkarduno screamin’ and hollerin’
won’t catch me in interrogation room acknowledgin’ ’em
that b*tch gon’ give her brain and show what her acknowledge is
b*tch gon’ give her brain until i get tired of it
glock blacker then every member in the jackson 5, b*tch
k!ll in a n*gga in a apartment, on some jeffery dahmer sh*t
i’ll find a new hoe before i ever chase down a stalkin’ b*tch
and i feel like rihana but i’on know nun’ ’bout that sangin’ sh*t
you know we gon’ fight, i ain’t seth rollins, b*tch
know my money sign more then that top dollar kid
these n*ggas move like police like dj vlad and kollege kid
not around with glocks with extended c*cks in ’em
if it’s smoke with me, n*gga, i ain’t dodgin’ it
[verse: marrgielaa]
aye
if it’s smoke with me, n*gga, i hop out the coupe
i call up quanos, so you know he gon’ shoot
these n*gga p*ssy, they don’t know what to do
young ahh n*gga, man, i’m just a root
b*tch, i rob
but he ain’t know i’m gon’ shoot
f*ck a job, n*gga, and f*ck school
i’m outside, n*gga, and my hunnids’ blue
i’m on the block with them n*ggas and we koons
b*tch, i’m in the trap, gotta keep guns in my room
i ain’t eat, n*gga, ain’t have no spoon
i be with the ape, but i’m not a ba*boon
hol*up…
aye
you know me and quanos stil’ on the block
i got the hunnid’ round drum on the chop
i’m not from americaaa but i stil’ feel like barack
high as f*ck ’cause i’m smokin’ the rock
n*gga try’ run up, know he get popped
i’m poppin’ them pill, n*gga, and you know i can’t stop
you gon’ get k!lled, n*gga, tryna come to my block
hol*up……
b*tch, i’m outside and i’m stil’ in the street
i get the money, n*gga, f*ck the industry
i pull up on that boy, you know he get beat
call uno, come with ar*fif*teen
b*tch, i’m by myself so i don’t got a team
i get money, n*gga, and it’s blue and green
i slide on yo’ block then i clear the scene
hop out the coupeee, n*gga, yeah, they say that i’m mean
i’m in the trap and i’m sippin’ lean
i got two guns and they came with beam
these n*gga cap, man, it’s not what it seem

- ray r 15 rapper lyrics

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