BESTIE BLOODIE
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[Intro]
Oi, Bullo
Grah
Baow, baow, baow
War's too nasty
Look, O's up never G's, you heard?
Look—
[Chorus]
I been feelin' wild tough so I got me this vest
It's none round the east so we back to the west
We slide through Polo, let's see who on the steps
I be lookin' at flicks like "'Dot, why you left?"
Yo, bro, what the fuck?
Like, bro, this shit got me stuck
You were supposed to come get me in the truck
Whoever dissin' your name, better duck
If I tell SB to up, he gon' up, like, but I still can't be dumb
And I still gotta walk with my gun
After the show, she gon' give us the buns
Open the bank, we collectin' the funds
Same day, sauce bro gettin' it done, grrah
[Verse 1]
Oh, they jackin' my O's and my Makks?
Diss the bro, you get shot or get stabbed
Dissin' the May, you can't get in the back
Ayo, Kay, boy, you know you did bad (Ahh)
You was over there dissin' the crabs
40 Kal 'lil ass got packed
We got the town, now, everybody hurt
Wanna talk about the story, let's talk about Kurt
Like, bro almost popped like a perc
Like, he almost got put in a bag, no Birk'
Oi, Bullo
Grah
Baow, baow, baow
War's too nasty
Look, O's up never G's, you heard?
Look—
[Chorus]
I been feelin' wild tough so I got me this vest
It's none round the east so we back to the west
We slide through Polo, let's see who on the steps
I be lookin' at flicks like "'Dot, why you left?"
Yo, bro, what the fuck?
Like, bro, this shit got me stuck
You were supposed to come get me in the truck
Whoever dissin' your name, better duck
If I tell SB to up, he gon' up, like, but I still can't be dumb
And I still gotta walk with my gun
After the show, she gon' give us the buns
Open the bank, we collectin' the funds
Same day, sauce bro gettin' it done, grrah
[Verse 1]
Oh, they jackin' my O's and my Makks?
Diss the bro, you get shot or get stabbed
Dissin' the May, you can't get in the back
Ayo, Kay, boy, you know you did bad (Ahh)
You was over there dissin' the crabs
40 Kal 'lil ass got packed
We got the town, now, everybody hurt
Wanna talk about the story, let's talk about Kurt
Like, bro almost popped like a perc
Like, he almost got put in a bag, no Birk'
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