BULLSHIT Lyrics

Why you looking at me

With your gun up

You ain't gonna shoot me

Pussy boy go get your bread up

Always acting gangster

Til the moment that the cops come

Get a plea deal

Turning on your homies for some bread

Now you turning pussy

Saw your face up on the news

Put you on a t shirt

Hang you with a fucking noose

Now your girl up in my DM

Saying that I got the juice

He ain't ever gonna make it

What she said about your music

Bullshit

Listen to your track

That mixing made me sick

Flow just like a kinked hose

While you talking bout you repping shit

Never held a gun

Its like you asking for a problem bitch

Roll you in a wood

And spark it up

So now i'm getting lit

Go ahead and talk about me

I know that i'm capping bitch

Mixing truths up with the lies

The feds will never catch me bitch

V Eight hellcat sliding off a Thirty

With the blunt in hand

Always talking all that shit

But couldn't even meet demands

Say you caught me in a lie

Now you gonna fucking die

Stuff my roach into your eye

And bring upon your swift demise

They think I am crazy

Never lied about that

I'm a weird fucking schizo

Who just like to make raps

Let me slow it down

For a minute

I got shit to say

Suicidal ideations

Coming through

Its day to day

Loading up a glock

So I can blow away

My own toupee

Never should of tried me

I am reckless

Imma die today

Die Today

Imma Imma Die Today

Die Today

Imma Imma Die Today

The Feds will never catch me bitch

Imma Imma Die Today

The Feds will never catch me bitch

Imma Imma Die Today