BOLIDE Lyrics

Pu**y wasn't bout it now he all up in his feelings

I just took some syrup now my mind up in the ceiling

Pu**y wasn't bout it now he all up in his feelings

I just took some syrup now my mind up in the ceiling

Pu**y wasn't bout it now he all up in his feelings

I just took some syrup now my mind up in the ceiling

He got too much money I might have to come and steal it

I might beat a ni**ga up depending how I'm feeling

He got too much money I might have to come and steal it

I might beat a ni**ga up depending how I'm feeling

He got too much money I might have to come and steal it

I might beat a ni**ga up depending how I'm feeling

I just walk up in the club they don't check me for my glock

Bi**h I'm in here taking shots lit with stevo and pikass

Meet with the plug re up I'm selling the sh*t

Gram 15 400 a zip

You reach my chain I'm shooting and sh*t

That pistol on me but the k in the whip

Bi**h keep crying and saying she missed out on love

I'm like sorry that was your luck

Told me she sad and needing a hug

I already told you I don't give a f**k

Opps just slide on my hommies its crunch time

Uppin that stick and the pole its fun time

Stick get to bangin you thought it was drumline

I feel like Nepo I hit that bi**h one time

Im crashin bout my brothers bi**h you touch them then its up

Im crashin bout my brothers bi**h you touch them then its up

Stick got double ds trust me it ain't finna freeze

Im counting up money

Shawty getting on her knees

We 4 deep in a v we don't need an srt

Im blessed as you can see God just been protecting me

They chasing the clout pathetic

Thats what makes them happy everyone synthetic

They want my position but could never get it

Test me ni**a ill take it

They left me forsaken

For your mothers sake I ain't gone leave you on the pavement ah

We got glocks and dracos if you really wanna take it far

Silencer don't make a sound

If I miss come back around

And just like a dog bi**h

Imma have to put him down

Leave his momma witta frown

6 Feet you up in the dirt

And I hope them bullets hurt

Blue cheese count up like a smurf

Chase that bag I need it first

Ni**a folding like a pu**y I know you don't get no pu**y

And I'm running from the police

Ni**as on me I'm like holy

Told that ni**a Nolo hold on

Rocking every show I go on

Havin so much fun oh my God I don't wanna go home