BullShyt Freestyle

Lyrics

Intro
[dark piano loop, heavy 808 bass, trap drums]

Verse 1
aggressive male vocals
Straight to the money, the hood really need it
Narcotics for the needy, when it come to this money I tend to get greedy
Hustling fanatic, do it, it's like the static with no damn antenna
Money handler like a clockwork, ticking that work
Tick-tock, big time, I got that work (huh)
Stick to the hustle method, if it ain't about money you can forget it
Been misled, I follow cheese, blue hundreds keep it coming
Put it in the bag, what bag? That bag, what bag?
Gucci, Louis, Michael Kors, those bags
Told you 'bout my hustle, never took a day off
'Cause one day it's gonna pay off, got tired of being broke
So I packed up and moved on the other side
Developed a hustle 'cause you know that I'm a grinder
If you ain't about money you can move around
Leave me alone, long before I run up in your home, home
Everything you got gonna be gone, gone
This what I been on, on
Niggas be hating, niggas be lying, bullets be flying, I ain't lying
Look at me now, still a soldier, know that this war won't never be over
Niggas gonna hate, niggas gonna lie, niggas gonna die
You know the deal, I'm gonna have to kill
Put that pistol to your grill, shit is real, people getting killed
Murder rates stay going up, young niggas don't give a fuck
Catching that bus, I been locked up, fucking with me wrong
I'ma show you out there, in that water like some fish bait
And now you niggas know not to hate