"Bullets" lyrics

Shit sound different
I'ma make it work, put in that lean
Biggavell, uh
Another black classic, Gain Greene
J-Phizzle, what's good, baby?
Uh, yeah
Fuck with ya boy
Zia, what's good, baby?
Bruno, Soft Ball, let's go

It's like, Oh, Oh, Oh
I got it from Papi Chulo, it's thirty a gram for the blow
Keep the cannon for the snow (Snow)
And I know you can't stand a nigga, you owe
Can it nigga, you cold, goddammit nigga, you bold
Fuckin' with Biggavell, and I, send some bullets up in that nigga Pell
Leave 'em stinkin' in front of his Bentley
Then peel in the Lincoln, in front of his men V
Tryna see what I say (Uh-uh)
But you bitches couldn't reach
Catch him slippin' while he alone and catch him for his piece
I'm a catch him for his sneaks (Sneaks), like back in '89
I never lie, I fucked with no rubber, that baby mine
She said, "Maxi, I can never let you go
Keep my true feelings concealed, I never let you know
I can never let you blow (Never)
I can't let you get money, I ain't tryna let you flow (Never)
I can't let you get from me" (Uh)

Can't you tell by the look in my eyes
I mean business when I say that it's over?
(Business when I say that it's over)
We in the kitchen still cookin' them pies
I feed bitches with a plate of that coh-oh-coke (Yeah)
You can say what you mean
It's a shame, that my same niggas hate me
(Same niggas hate me)
You niggas is lame, it's a shame, we the game
We them niggas that's cakey (Coh-oh-cold)