Bully Down lyrics

[Intro]
(Andree, run it up)
I be feelin' like f*ck everybody, man, like (f*ck everybody)
f*ck social media (pus*y ass n*ggas)
I be feelin' like, f*ck my b*tch (Everybody, man)
I be feelin' like, f*ck this rap sh*t (Nobody is him, b*tch)

[Verse]
pus*y ass promo page with that pus*y sh*t
'Cause I ain't respond, so you go interview that scary ass b*tch (b*tch)
Everybody ran with that sh*t can suck my f*ckin' di*k (Suck my f*ckin' di*k)
b*tch, what it is? Declare that war and watch I get off in your sh*t (Let' go)
b*tch, I'm loaded up on guns, them hats mine, the biggest Pit'
n*ggas dyin', this dummy get his ass on live just like a b*tch
On all mine, my brother died, I swear to God, I swung a stick
And if I'm lyin', God can strike me down right now, so try again (So try again)
Fourth quarter, tryna get the hype, like b*tch, gеt off my di*k (pus*y)
Interviewin' him 'bout me, your viеws still low as sh*t
Duval Promo, I salute you for not condoning in that sh*t (n*gga, I salute)
I ain't catch the Clubhouse chat, but all y'all can suck my di*k
I hate all you pus*y n*ggas, if the numbers in percent
It'll show ninety-nine percent of n*ggas ain't on sh*t
pus*y boy that say he ruthless on that south don't wanna hit
Low-key wanna be like me, stop rapping like me, scary b*tch
Jarvo ass keep gettin' hit up just like Crack', they ass twins (They ass twins)
Last n*gga chose to lack, them killers popped his damn wig (His damn)
Bully down, the newest pack, his rap career came to a end (Bully down)
Hit the city, I'm with all the killers, b*tch, I'm tied in (Yeah)
b*tch ass n*gga threw the pillow, now it's time to go to bed (It's time to go to bed)
If I said it, b*tch, I meant it, I ain't stutter what I said
We be on our feet for real, all that running sh*t be dead
We'll hawk you in and give you more than ten, from chest up to the head
What's a filter? I don't respect it, n*gga, f*ck your homie dead (f*ck)
Pay for n*ggas, price I'm puttin' down, I bet a n*gga smash
You ain't with it, but you hangin', huh? Pray you don't get grabbed
I got love for half the city, the n*ggas in it be playing crab
That's okay, I let that chopper talk to n*ggas for my behalf
Really pull up on sh*t blastin', make a rapper short of staff
Stomach shots, somebody used to wear a Pamper on the Ave' (On bro)
B, b*tch, these n*ggas my sons, these n*ggas my child
This b*tch know I get sh*t done, the people talkin' like they're ready (The f*ck?)
Knowin' all these killers 'round, they down to slay a f*ckin' daddy
I can merch it on my brother, I'll let anybody have it
I'm so lethal with that Drac', missin' a n*gga, that ain't happenin' (That ain't happenin')
Bro had told me keep my hands clean, supply him with the ratchet (Haha)
Evil twin, we got the same dream, he bound to make it happen (Bound to make it happen)
He ridin' with me, right or wrong, that's on my soul, my n*gga savage
We'll send a n*gga head back to his home wrapped in plastic