B******T lyrics

[Intro]
It's that DudeyLo n*gga man, every f*ckin' track you heard
Shot after f*ckin' shot n*gga
(Au-Au-Audyssey got that sh*t on lock)
(Hardheaded, baby)
Bow, bow, c'mere

[Chorus]
Everyday I wake up it's a new n*gga dissin' (Like what?)
So, now everybody just listen
Like, most of these n*ggas pretendin' (Word to bro)
They don't do what they rap in they lyrics (C'mere)
Word to bro, this sh*t got me confused (Like)
5ive, why you still stuck in the stu'? (Like what?)
We on they block, where the f*ck is they bro (Word to bro)
Like, Yae got hit and they think that it's cool
To sit back and just keep making music (Bow, bow)
Thе fans tired of you telling them bullsh*t (Bow, bow)
If onе of mines touched, word to bro, I'm on bullsh*t (C'mere)
Like, f*ck all this music, on bro, I'm on bullsh*t
.40 barks, you blowin' my ears (Word to bro)
Bro a demon can tell by his stare
We on the opps, so we smellin' his fear
Bullets flyin' through cars this sh*t comin' in pairs

[Verse]
We was bendin' at twelve in the night (Word to bro)
Ain't get home 'til like five in the morning
I was on blocks walkin' round with my gun (Like)
While all these rappin' ass n*ggas was snorin'
Thinkin' bout b*tches and tryin' to get drippy (Like what?)
Baby B just called said he need a new grip
Lil' JB, he don't want nothin' but hits
'Ooter P, one of mines, word to bro, he legit
Boogie, Banga, RG
Word to brodie, can't tweak with the army
Dee, watchin' me, flickin beside me
He got my back, so nobody behind me
Like, like, word to bro, ah, bow
If you know then you know, we been swinging the belt wherever we go (C'mere)
In the Nick pulled up tryna throw us a-
Tryna put on a show
See him twist up his fingers, on bro, he a ghost (He a ghost)
And to my demons I love ya the most ( I love ya the most)
Team full of shooters that don't got a coach (No Coach)
So we don't got no boundaries
Wasn't there in the rain so don't tell me you proud of me
You ain't slide or provide then you can't get a pound from me
Like, n*gga word to my deads
[Chorus]
Everyday I wake up it's a new n*gga dissin' (Like what?)
So, now everybody just listen
Like, most of these n*ggas pretendin' (Word to bro)
They don't do what they rap in they lyrics (C'mere)
Word to bro, this sh*t got me confused (Like)
f*ck, why you still stuck in the stu'? (Like what?)
We on they block, where the f*ck is they bro (Word to bro)
Like, Yae got hit and they think that it's cool
To sit back and just keep making music (Bow, bow)
The fans tired of you telling them bullsh*t (Bow, bow)
If one of mines touched, word to bro, I'm on bullsh*t (C'mere)
Like, f*ck all this music, on bro, I'm on bullsh*t
.40 barks, you blowin' my ears (Word to bro)
Bro a demon can tell by his stare
We on the opps, so we smellin' his fear (C'mere)
Bullets flyin' through cars this sh*t comin' in pairs (Pow, pow, pow)