bullshit - shoreline mafia lyrics
[chorus: rob vicious]
these n-gg-s gon’ talk sh-t, but n-gg-s won’t do sh-t
my gun got two clips, i be on bullsh-t
ride ’round chopsticks, i’m swingin’ locks b-tch
i’m finessin’ my plug out a whole sixteen, i’m gonna re-rock the sh-t
f-ck n-gg- you popping it, n-gg- you won’t do sh-t
n-gg- you ain’t popping sh-t, that sh-t just bullsh-t
i be on bullsh-t, i be on bullsh-t
talking like he move bricks, n-gg- that sh-t bullsh-t
[verse 1: rob vicious]
f-ck n-gg- i’m rob vicious, been juggin’ since fourteen
and if dude say i ain’t never bust no jugg then he must not know me
this b-tch gon’ blow me, i know she know things
she suck that whole thing, godd-mn, i od’ed
hop out with that thirty-eight, i feel like ohgeesy
strip a n-gg- out his chain, that sh-t was so easy
lil b-tch, i’m h-llawave, and we get h-lla paid
i take your cell away, make a n-gg- wanna tell today
gang gang in this b-tch, squad in this b-tch
got that boy lil rob in this b-tch, he robbing and sh-t
thats why we can’t take rob in this b-tch, he robbing again
and we got the squad in this b-tch, a lot of this sh-t
[chorus: rob vicious]
these n-gg-s gon’ talk sh-t, but n-gg-s won’t do sh-t
my gun got two clips, i be on bullsh-t
ride ’round chopsticks, i’m swingin’ locks b-tch
i’m finessin’ my plug out a whole sixteen, i’m gonna re-rock the sh-t
f-ck n-gg- you popping it, n-gg- you won’t do sh-t
n-gg- you ain’t popping sh-t, that sh-t just bullsh-t
i be on bullsh-t, i be on bullsh-t
talking like he move bricks, n-gg- that sh-t bullsh-t
[verse 2: rob vicious]
gang
i woke up early in the morning, thought about sn-tching a chain
i do this sh-t for my dead brothers and none of this sh-t for the fame
man on gang, these n-gg- is lame
in squad that i trust, this sh-t never change
i’m so h-llawave, i’m feeling like busting the trap on the chain
f-cked around and blew a bag with the gang
f-ck around and shoot a round at your gang
f-ck around, it’s fifty rounds in your face
hollow tips, do you wanna die today?
bullsh-tin’ make the b-tch fly away
if you ain’t the gang then b-tch you my way
try to shoot him, he gon’ make ’em fly away
if you ain’t the gang then b-tch you my way
n-gg-s talking sh-t, b-tches off the sh-t
she fell in love with vicious, she can’t get up off the d-ck
and now she running all it back so i can re-up on the trap
but i be robbing most my plugs, that’s why them b-tches off the map
[chorus: rob vicious]
these n-gg-s gon’ talk sh-t, but n-gg-s won’t do sh-t
my gun got two clips, i be on bullsh-t
ride ’round chopsticks, i’m swingin’ locks b-tch
i’m finessin’ my plug out a whole sixteen, i’m gonna re-rock the sh-t
f-ck n-gg- you popping it, n-gg- you won’t do sh-t
n-gg- you ain’t popping sh-t, that sh-t just bullsh-t
i be on bullsh-t, i be on bullsh-t
talking like he move bricks, n-gg- that sh-t bullsh-t
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