Bullsh*t lyrics

[Chorus: Rob Vicious]
These n*ggas gon' talk sh*t, but n*ggas 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*gga you popping it, n*gga you won't do sh*t
n*gga 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*gga that sh*t bullsh*t

[Verse 1: Rob Vicious]
f*ck n*gga 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, goddamn, I OD'ed
Hop out with that thirty-eight, I feel like Ohgeesy
Strip a n*gga out his chain, that sh*t was so easy
Lil b*tch, I'm Hellawave, and we get hella paid
I take your cell away, make a n*gga 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*ggas gon' talk sh*t, but n*ggas 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*gga you popping it, n*gga you won't do sh*t
n*gga 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*gga that sh*t bullsh*t
[Verse 2: Rob Vicious]
Gang
I woke up early in the morning, thought about snatching 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*gga is lame
In squad that I trust, this sh*t never change
I'm so HellaWave, 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*ggas talking sh*t, b*tches off the sh*t
She fell in love with Vicious, she can't get up off the di*k
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*ggas gon' talk sh*t, but n*ggas 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*gga you popping it, n*gga you won't do sh*t
n*gga 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*gga that sh*t bullsh*t