letra de bully (get axtive) - ray r-15 (rapper)
[verse: ray r-15]
push up, we can get active
up that gl!ck and start subtractin’
n-gga, up that stick and get to blastin’
we got silence glocks, they got suppressors
i be in that phantom, i ain’t john madden
blew me off that boy, they said, “it was static”
if marrgielaa steppin’ then i’m steppin’
just like covid, hollows get to spreadin’
quanos, you slidin’ or what?
n-gga, i promote violence
i see a opp, i’m walkin’ down and uppin’ and firin’
glock louder than wildkarduno screamin’ and hollerin’
won’t catch me in interrogation room acknowledgin’ ’em
that b-tch gon’ give her brain and show what her acknowledge is
b-tch gon’ give her brain until i get tired of it
glock blacker then every member in the jackson 5, b-tch
k!ll in a n-gga in a apartment, on some jeffery dahmer sh-t
i’ll find a new hoe before i ever chase down a stalkin’ b-tch
and i feel like rihana but i’on know nun’ ’bout that sangin’ sh-t
you know we gon’ fight, i ain’t seth rollins, b-tch
know my money sign more then that top dollar kid
these n-ggas move like police like dj vlad and kollege kid
not around with glocks with extended c-cks in ’em
if it’s smoke with me, n-gga, i ain’t dodgin’ it
[verse: marrgielaa]
aye
if it’s smoke with me, n-gga, i hop out the coupe
i call up quanos, so you know he gon’ shoot
these n-gga p-ssy, they don’t know what to do
young ahh n-gga, man, i’m just a root
b-tch, i rob
but he ain’t know i’m gon’ shoot
f-ck a job, n-gga, and f-ck school
i’m outside, n-gga, and my hunnids’ blue
i’m on the block with them n-ggas and we koons
b-tch, i’m in the trap, gotta keep guns in my room
i ain’t eat, n-gga, ain’t have no spoon
i be with the ape, but i’m not a ba-boon
hol-up…
aye
you know me and quanos stil’ on the block
i got the hunnid’ round drum on the chop
i’m not from americaaa but i stil’ feel like barack
high as f-ck ’cause i’m smokin’ the rock
n-gga try’ run up, know he get popped
i’m poppin’ them pill, n-gga, and you know i can’t stop
you gon’ get k!lled, n-gga, tryna come to my block
hol-up……
b-tch, i’m outside and i’m stil’ in the street
i get the money, n-gga, f-ck the industry
i pull up on that boy, you know he get beat
call uno, come with ar-fif-teen
b-tch, i’m by myself so i don’t got a team
i get money, n-gga, and it’s blue and green
i slide on yo’ block then i clear the scene
hop out the coupeee, n-gga, yeah, they say that i’m mean
i’m in the trap and i’m sippin’ lean
i got two guns and they came with beam
these n-gga cap, man, it’s not what it seem
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