"Bloody Mary" lyrics
Aye
Yuh, arr
That's my spice girl, I call her wasabi
Feel like Glokknine, movie in the lobby
Wild creature, but I'm not here to pop a Dobby
Courthouse, alleyway, ain't no hobby
Crackers in a race (Aye), Will Ferrell, Ricky Bobby
Situation smart, he'll figure it out but he ain't Tommy (Damn)
Lotta these lil' people runnin' round like carbon copies
I've been humbled all my life, so fuck it if they think I'm cocky
I don't play nobodies heart, I prolly care about 'em (Yeah)
I done pulled up with that fye, stopped and stared at 'em
Fuck a food fight, cause I'ma throw a chair at 'em (Lame)
I'ma do my own shit, fuck a bandwagon
Fruit of the loom, cream of the crop, they said they hip to this
Not the same language, said I'm speaking gibberish
Funny how these people thought I was illiterate (Okay, okay)
All these crackers artificial like some licorice (That's on my jits)
That's my spice girl, I call her wasabi
Feel like Glokknine, movie in the lobby (Rrr)
Wild creature, but I'm not here to pop a Dobby
Courthouse, alleyway, ain't no hobby (Aye)
Crackers in a race (Aye), Will Ferrell, Ricky Bobby
Situation smart, he'll figure it out but he ain't Tommy (Damn)
Lotta these lil' people runnin' round like carbon copies
I've been humbled all my life, so fuck it if they think I'm cocky
Catch a cracker with my bare hands, I don't need a gun
We don't even speak the same slang, cracker I ain't dumb
Used to mess with shit, hell nah this shit ain't for fun
Fuck a follower, cause I ain't tryna be like everyone
Cracker I ain't need no damn Adobe, I got Macintosh
I used to come in peace, but now it's like I been to Iraq
And they wanna see me on a shelf, but I pray to God
Rankin' on me now, but soon they gon' have to pay to watch
Attention seekin' ass crackers, yeah they love the drama
Feel like Future Hendrix cause I'm fuckin' up some commas (Grrow)
I ain't like the rest, put me in a different genre (Put me in a different)
I ain't like the rest, put me in a different genre
Ballin' like the New York Mets (Ballin' like the New York Mets)
But I'm not from 'round that way, so the Florida Marlins what I rep
Told me throw a dog a bone, told a pussy cracka fetch
And I thought you was my peoples, but she folded and went left
Used to be my bro, told you if I crash then I'ma rat
Bloody Mary with that choppa, hell yeah I keep a Tec (Grr)
But I ain't proud of rappin' bout' my Glock, let them crackers try my set
Fuck yo status and yo stripes, tell my momma that I'm next
That's my spice girl, I call her wasabi
Feel like Glokknine, movie in the lobby (Rrr)
Wild creature, but I'm not here to pop a Dobby
Courthouse, alleyway, ain't no hobby (Aye)
Crackers in a race (Aye), Will Ferrell, Ricky Bobby
Situation smart, he'll figure it out but he ain't Tommy (Damn)
Lotta these lil' people runnin' round like carbon copies
I've been humbled all my life, so fuck it if they think I'm cocky
(BLP)
Yuh, arr
That's my spice girl, I call her wasabi
Feel like Glokknine, movie in the lobby
Wild creature, but I'm not here to pop a Dobby
Courthouse, alleyway, ain't no hobby
Crackers in a race (Aye), Will Ferrell, Ricky Bobby
Situation smart, he'll figure it out but he ain't Tommy (Damn)
Lotta these lil' people runnin' round like carbon copies
I've been humbled all my life, so fuck it if they think I'm cocky
I don't play nobodies heart, I prolly care about 'em (Yeah)
I done pulled up with that fye, stopped and stared at 'em
Fuck a food fight, cause I'ma throw a chair at 'em (Lame)
I'ma do my own shit, fuck a bandwagon
Fruit of the loom, cream of the crop, they said they hip to this
Not the same language, said I'm speaking gibberish
Funny how these people thought I was illiterate (Okay, okay)
All these crackers artificial like some licorice (That's on my jits)
That's my spice girl, I call her wasabi
Feel like Glokknine, movie in the lobby (Rrr)
Wild creature, but I'm not here to pop a Dobby
Courthouse, alleyway, ain't no hobby (Aye)
Crackers in a race (Aye), Will Ferrell, Ricky Bobby
Situation smart, he'll figure it out but he ain't Tommy (Damn)
Lotta these lil' people runnin' round like carbon copies
I've been humbled all my life, so fuck it if they think I'm cocky
Catch a cracker with my bare hands, I don't need a gun
We don't even speak the same slang, cracker I ain't dumb
Used to mess with shit, hell nah this shit ain't for fun
Fuck a follower, cause I ain't tryna be like everyone
Cracker I ain't need no damn Adobe, I got Macintosh
I used to come in peace, but now it's like I been to Iraq
And they wanna see me on a shelf, but I pray to God
Rankin' on me now, but soon they gon' have to pay to watch
Attention seekin' ass crackers, yeah they love the drama
Feel like Future Hendrix cause I'm fuckin' up some commas (Grrow)
I ain't like the rest, put me in a different genre (Put me in a different)
I ain't like the rest, put me in a different genre
Ballin' like the New York Mets (Ballin' like the New York Mets)
But I'm not from 'round that way, so the Florida Marlins what I rep
Told me throw a dog a bone, told a pussy cracka fetch
And I thought you was my peoples, but she folded and went left
Used to be my bro, told you if I crash then I'ma rat
Bloody Mary with that choppa, hell yeah I keep a Tec (Grr)
But I ain't proud of rappin' bout' my Glock, let them crackers try my set
Fuck yo status and yo stripes, tell my momma that I'm next
That's my spice girl, I call her wasabi
Feel like Glokknine, movie in the lobby (Rrr)
Wild creature, but I'm not here to pop a Dobby
Courthouse, alleyway, ain't no hobby (Aye)
Crackers in a race (Aye), Will Ferrell, Ricky Bobby
Situation smart, he'll figure it out but he ain't Tommy (Damn)
Lotta these lil' people runnin' round like carbon copies
I've been humbled all my life, so fuck it if they think I'm cocky
(BLP)
