meer 2x – bullets lyrics
[chorus]
bullets, i’m all by myself
a n+gga ain’t trappin’ or nothin’ for real i been doin’ somethin’ different and building my wealth
just got a scope for a new arp, he been dissin’ on me like he seekin’ for death
i be having some issues so i just be pouring the mud he just drank from the top of the shelf, (stupid)
y’all stay on my d+ck go and get you some money
he think he a k!ller boy don’t let him boost up your hate, if you come over here you a dummy
riding with [?] we doin’ them hits out the honda, we traded it in from a junky
we servin’ еxotic, i call up the plug with the p’s and he shippin’ thеm things cross the country
[verse]
doin’ that dissin’ and cappin’ all over the net only making us get on your ass
and i probably won’t pick up a pack ’cause i don’t leave the crib while i’m making the racks that i get
and i can’t even keep up with all of the sh+t i’ve been buying and none of the racks that i’ve spent
i’m playing it smart, but i’m guessing he thinking it’s cool so just wait on the hit that i sent
we been doin’ this sh+t since a youngin, don’t get it confused i remember them houses we hit
i’m from the streets, either you give or you take, put your life on the line for the sh+t
i was never in school, i was skippin’ and smokin’ on [?], ’cause he just wasn’t showin’ me sh+t
you hatin’ on me ’cause you losin’
they speak on my name, but they ridin’ ’round bumpin’ my music
i don’t never cap in my music
if you sparkin’ some smoke, i’ma show you i’m livin’ my music
and you better off k!lling me, ’cause if i live through the sh+t, i’ma come back with something to prove
and i don’t lift a finger, i call up my shooters to do it and make sure they makin’ the news
my life like a movie, this real as it gets
i seen 12 hit a [?], so i’m switchin’ the [?]
thinkin’ ’bout robbin’, you high as a blimp
2 glocks let’s go, we ain’t shootin’ to miss
and i get disrespectful and p+ss on your dead homie grave ’cause apparently that’s how i feel
n+ggas drop out of college and just bought a porsche when they had ’em a scholarship playin’ the field, (stupid)
[chorus]
bullets, i’m all by myself
a n+gga ain’t trappin’ or nothin’ for real i been doin’ somethin’ different and building my wealth
just got a scope for a new arp, he been dissin’ on me like he seekin’ for death
i be having some issues so i just be pouring the mud he just drank from the top of the shelf, (stupid)
y’all stay on my d+ck go and get you some money
he think he a k!ller boy don’t let him boost up your hate, if you come over here you a dummy
riding with [?] we doin’ them hits out the honda, we traded it in from a junky
we servin’ exotic, i call up the plug with the p’s and he shippin’ them things cross the country
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