Bacon Bits lyrics

by

Soulja Boy


[Verse 1: Zilla]

On a streak like the boy's in Miami
Crazy n*gga, might rape your whole family
Zilla here, and he back talking gross too
Bout to get real nasty, tofu
Told you Cup Gang don't play round
Spray rounds and my n*ggas move like a Greyhound
Stay down please don't try your luck b*tch
Got my hand up your girl skirt like a puppet
I play guitar on that pus*y
I swear i ain't a killer but please don't push me
Cuz I'm still the Devil's advocate
Making rappers vanish like a f*cking magic trick
You got me mad as sh*t, Z Eye in the zone
Never take a loss we the Heat playing at home
Never holding back it'd be best you didn't start me
Still a great white and its getting close to Shark Week
I like dark meat eating every rapper
This sh*t's funny please excuse my f*cking laughter
Please excuse the chatter, my n*ggas smoking loud
Go against us and you'll get broken down
Team Solo Cup
We blowing up
b*tches throwing up
Ain't no holding us
I'll take ya b*tch
Then take a sh*t
Cuz I'm good anything like bacon bits
[Bridge]
n*gga bacon bits, bacon bits
We good on anything like bacon bits
Baccon bits, bacon bits
We good on anything like bacon bits
Bacon bits, bacon bits
We good on anything like bacon bits
Bacon bits, bacon bits
We good on anything like bacon bits n*gga
Like bacon bits
Like bacon bits
We good on anything like bacon bits

[Verse 2: Vaughn]

You know this sh*t sound good
Suburban motherfuker but I be up in the hood
Giving n*ggas dap, man I wish they would
I know they wish they could
Spit it like us
Retarded flow, no little bus
Lil' Reese said it best, "I don't trust n*ggas"
You don't mix blood with the figures
Imma blackout, Xanax and liquor
Take a GB get high quicker
No silver, all gold
XXL I need a centerfold
Many nights was cold I didn't have a jacket
Now I'm so fly I got maggots
I'm on my Kanye sh*t
Shouts to Asap, I'm so n*gga rich
I mean check the steez
Bars so cold make the engineer sneeze
Puffin' California breeze
Bacon bits
This here for them Jamaican chicks
Maybe a rich b*tch, get my di*k licked
Smoking trip sticks
She devilish, three six
Vaughnsworld retweet this
Flawless flow you can't beat this
We kill rappers then bleach sh*t
f*ck it they can catch a n*gga, but they can't lock my brain
Two words, f*cking insane
Leave em' floating, David Blaine
We in a different lane
Another world
Start it up
Solo Cup
Real n*ggas, You know what's up
f*ck n*ggas, good luck
Bang bang
[Verse 3: Culayd]

sh*t Imma little larger than I should be
But that's only cuz I'm out here eating these rookies
Get my cardio f*cking b*tches that overlooked me
All they wanna do is put Cul up in they nookie
Begging me to eat the pus*y like this sh*t cookies
Lame n*ggas wanna talk sh*t
It ain't my fault you sleeping with a basic b*tch
On some basic sh*t, n*gga you ain't bacon bits
Your b*tch wants this di*k and she gon' take this sh*t
Lucky if I homie insult you one time
f*ck n*ggas round here like need a flat line
I f*ck a fine dime I don't even wanna dine
Some wanna f*ck me up for my rhymes or cause my chain shine
n*gga, you should ask yourself a question
After all these mixtapes why you ain't learn your lesson
You trying to stall us but all we doing is progressing
I hit Gandhi in the face f*ck passive aggression
Lyrical assassin and my voice is a weapon
Part time surgeon and haters get dissected
Culayd the legend demanding to be respected
I feel like an adult, as a child I was neglected
This is my revenge I'm the industry step kid
p*ssed off and wildin' out
Spittin' bars and acting out
Parents upstairs, I f*ck my b*tch on the couch
And nut on the pillow once I gotta pull out
Solo cup in my hand drinking until I pass out
Cup Gang, we the only thing you talking bout
Shut the f*ck up boy and watch your mouth
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