"Water Under the Bridge" lyrics
Boldy James & Real Bad Man Lyrics
"Water Under the Bridge"
I got thirty rounds to down you, four-pound you
Shot, murdered how they found you
You low-down dirty, rotten scoundrel
I'll ground you, no punishment (Uh)
No pun intended, but back in grade school
You was running for student council (Student council)
Now you a killer and a shooter, but we doubt you'll
Take it all the way without having to say a mouthful (Sssh)
Break bread with your mans, don't let them niggas count you
Think you big fella, play big on the soil, niggas'll house you (Ayy)
Catch you slipping like a house shoe, tap you in, just to out you
Should've never let him live and got him hit like I was 'bout to
But I didn't, I was doubtful, hit or miss, should've downed you
Hit my hitter with a split, for that ticket, he gon' scalp you
Denounce you from the throne, cave your chest and we gon' crowd you
With them hollows to your dome, Dracs and TECs speaking volumes
All them guns in your name, make sure no felons around you
Shit be all fun and games 'til ATF come and surround you
Jump right off into that water, took a swim without the towel
Held my breath a little longer, if you did, it would have drowned you
A couple thousand send them goons in the hood to take out his tonsils (Grr)
I be howlin' at the moon with the wolves, don't make 'em pounce you
All the bridges I burned (Ayy) all the thugging I did
All the niggas I murked, that's water under the bridge
Now they wish me the worst (Ayy) but it was what it is (What else?)
All the rentals from Hertz, that's water under the bridge
New position at work, brought my gun to the gig (Uh-huh)
Water whippin' them chirps, that's water under the bridge
All my niggas is turnt, bought my youngin' a strig
Ate your bitch for dessert, that's water under the bridge
It's 227, Sig Sauer boys, where we at?
Heard a rapper lead a double life but niggas barely trap
All dressed in black with that miss Mary Mac
With the silver buttons down her back
Melt a nigga like some candle wax
Hand her free shots just like some sample packs
Drum attached, hundred-fifty rounder, that's a rumble pack (Let's get it)
I'll get your plug noodle lane for a couple racks
Have my youngin' hem his long jeans, make him cuff the slacks
Hit your block, spin and bend then I'll double back
Startled the kids, interrupted your grandmother nap
Had 'em crawling through the crib, on they stomach front to back
Made her turn her hearing aid down like, "What the fuck was that?"
Damn near sent her in cardiac, gave her a heart attack
Chopper bit his whole leg off, look like a shark attack
Cuddy lookin' in all his mirrors when he park the 'Lac (Skrt)
From the last niggas we sent up who thought they caught me lackin' (Yeah)
All the bridges I burned (Ayy) all the thugging I did (Uh-huh)
All the niggas I murked, that's water under the bridge
Now they wish me the worst (Ayy) but it was what it is (Uh-huh)
All the rentals from Hertz, that's water under the bridge
New position at work, brought my gun to the gig
Water whippin' them chirps, that's water under the bridge
All my niggas is turnt, bought my youngin a strig (What else?)
Ate your bitch for dessert, that's water under the bridge (Let's get it)
Writer(s): James Clay Jones, Adam Jay Weissman
- AZLyrics
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- Boldy James Lyrics
album:
"Killing Nothing" (2022)
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