"Bull Mastiff" lyrics
Aye, they only want the bread, I like to rap just 'cause I'm passionate
And bitch, you pray to God, why are you playing devil's advocate?
Walk down with this micro Drake, look like a bull mastiff, bih
Put a hole in yo' kidney just for tryna go be an activist
High school dropout with that tool, Rod Swinger University
Walking with this Glock, I overcame all this adversity
Cracka, they think they murking me, I spit mist like the nursery
Button on me, I call it custom, taking that Glock to Germany
Aye, they lying, I could see it up on they face, they look like Tezzus, aye
Flagging up on my phone, now they wanna be gangster Wheatus, aye
Cheese whiz, I put it on the back and I'ma squeeze it, aye
Sneak diss, taking it with a grain, but I'ma leave it, aye
Green thumb, counting my blessings, pockets, they filled with holy basil
Cheese dumb, they don't wanna let me drop, I'll go spin on my label
Mags, if you got an issue, we gon' clap workers
Put that Mac right on your ass like I got Asperger's
And Sheisty rooting from above, that alone my fucking why
I'ma finger-blast the Mac till all my opps get runner's high
You tryna be an advocate, I'll turn you devil's lettuce
And I do it by my lonely
They moved the post, but you could only have one Jit goalie
Sheisty gone, I fell apart, I had one big homie
You say the Glizzy got kick but you a one-trick pony
I brought religion to the rap, I'm feeling like Lil' Tony
Storms washed away the blood, shit'll never be the same
And every time he went to spin, he did it in the pouring rain
He got murder on his mind, I put money on his brain
I'ma finger-fuck the Glock till I see John Maynard Keynes, cracka
They only want the bread, I like to rap just 'cause I'm passionate
And bitch, you pray to God, why are you playing devil's advocate?
Walk down with this micro Drake, look like a bull mastiff, bih
Put a hole in yo' kidney just for tryna go be an activist
High school dropout with that tool, Rod Swinger University
Walking with this Glock, I overcame all this adversity
Cracka, they think they murking me, I spit mist like the nursery
Button on me, I call it custom, taking that Glock to Germany
And bitch, you pray to God, why are you playing devil's advocate?
Walk down with this micro Drake, look like a bull mastiff, bih
Put a hole in yo' kidney just for tryna go be an activist
High school dropout with that tool, Rod Swinger University
Walking with this Glock, I overcame all this adversity
Cracka, they think they murking me, I spit mist like the nursery
Button on me, I call it custom, taking that Glock to Germany
Aye, they lying, I could see it up on they face, they look like Tezzus, aye
Flagging up on my phone, now they wanna be gangster Wheatus, aye
Cheese whiz, I put it on the back and I'ma squeeze it, aye
Sneak diss, taking it with a grain, but I'ma leave it, aye
Green thumb, counting my blessings, pockets, they filled with holy basil
Cheese dumb, they don't wanna let me drop, I'll go spin on my label
Mags, if you got an issue, we gon' clap workers
Put that Mac right on your ass like I got Asperger's
And Sheisty rooting from above, that alone my fucking why
I'ma finger-blast the Mac till all my opps get runner's high
You tryna be an advocate, I'll turn you devil's lettuce
And I do it by my lonely
They moved the post, but you could only have one Jit goalie
Sheisty gone, I fell apart, I had one big homie
You say the Glizzy got kick but you a one-trick pony
I brought religion to the rap, I'm feeling like Lil' Tony
Storms washed away the blood, shit'll never be the same
And every time he went to spin, he did it in the pouring rain
He got murder on his mind, I put money on his brain
I'ma finger-fuck the Glock till I see John Maynard Keynes, cracka
They only want the bread, I like to rap just 'cause I'm passionate
And bitch, you pray to God, why are you playing devil's advocate?
Walk down with this micro Drake, look like a bull mastiff, bih
Put a hole in yo' kidney just for tryna go be an activist
High school dropout with that tool, Rod Swinger University
Walking with this Glock, I overcame all this adversity
Cracka, they think they murking me, I spit mist like the nursery
Button on me, I call it custom, taking that Glock to Germany
