"Bully Down" lyrics

(Andree, run it up)
I be feelin' like fuck everybody, man, like (Fuck everybody)
Fuck social media
I be feelin' like, fuck my bitch
I be feelin' like, fuck this rap shit

Pussy ass promo page with that pussy shit
'Cause I ain't respond, so you go interview that scary ass bitch
Everybody ran with that shit can suck my fuckin' dick
Bitch, what it is? Declare that war and watch I get off in your shit
Bitch, I'm loaded up on guns, them hats mine, the biggest Pit'
Niggas dyin', this dummy get his ass on live just like a bitch
On all mine, my brother died, I swear to God, I swear I swung a stick
And if I'm lyin', God can strike me down right now, so try again
4th quarter, tryna get the hype, like bitch, get off my dick
Interviewing him 'bout me, your views still low as shit
Duval Promo, I salute you for not condoning in that shit
I ain't catch the Clubhouse chat, but all y'all can suck my dick
I hate all you pussy niggas, if the numbers in percent
It'll show, 99 percent of niggas ain't on shit
Pussy boy that say he ruthless on that south don't wanna hit
Lowkey wanna be like me, stop rapping like me, scary bitch
Jarvo ass keep gettin' hit up just like Crack', their ass twins
Last nigga chose to lack, them killers popped his damn wig
Bully down, the newest pack, his rap career came to a end
Hit the city, I'm with all the killers, bitch, I'm tied in
Bitch ass nigga threw the pillow, now it's time to go to bed
If I said it, bitch, I meant it, I ain't stutter what I said
We be on our feet for real, all that running shit be dead
We'll hawk you in and give you more than ten, from chest up to the head
What's a filter? I don't respect it, nigga, fuck your homie dead
Pay for niggas, price I'm puttin' down, I bet a nigga smash
You ain't with it, but you hangin' huh? Pray you don't get grabbed
I got love for half the city, the niggas in it be playing crab
That's okay, I let that chopper talk to niggas for behalf
Really pull up on shit blastin', make a rapper short his staff
Stomach shots, somebody used to wear a Pamper on the Ave
B, bitch, these niggas my sons, these niggas my [?]
This bitch know I get shit done, the people talkin' like they're ready
Knowing all these killers 'round, they down to slay a fuckin' daddy
I can merch it on my brother, I'll let anybody have it
I'm so lethal with that Drac', missing a nigga, that ain't happenin'
Bro had told me, "Keep your hands clean", supply 'em with the ratchet
Evil twin, we got the same dream, he bound to make it happen
He ridin' with me right or wrong, that's on my soul, my nigga savage
We'll send a nigga head back to his home wrapped in plastic