BULLY Lyrics

I sat back and played nice

Turned my cheek

Bit my tongue and even thought thrice

Been off the scene

Straightening out my life

Y'all want war

I been on peace time

I aint even think success made

Drama thicker

Cut fat lean cuisine

Lost all you niggas

Adding zeros to my 8s

Stays on the figures

Still a fashion killer

My bob anna wintour

Truth now I got shit to do now

Too old to be teaching

These new bitches what to do now

Drop a hit like boo yow

And it make them sick now

Hows it feel to fight for my

Demise and it cant be found

Receipts with the proof

I'm what you consume

I ain't even know my

Name was in this many rooms

I been minding mine

Never minded you.

I ain't even pop shit

Niggas kept it cool

Niggas try to play you

Play you like you blind

Askin where I'm at

But whole time you got my line

Left me on read not one reply

Said you lookin for me

Phone ain't ring one time Surprised

Yes I'm anti aint socializing

ain't getting caught up

It was never the pack it's the

lone wolves getting farther

Y'all scared to stand alone

Give abusers the pardons

Got Gospel artist out here

Scamming with Gucci Louie Prada

Yes indeed

No more ease

Move over please

Little sis'n

These hoes who swear

They can fuck w me

Clearing my throat

So close your mouth and

Swallow your spit

You bitches scared to admit

I'm the queen of this.

I done had it to here with all y'all

Favorites them

Never come to you

Unless you clique w them

They tickled pussy pink

And talk A lot of shit

But ain't shit to say

When you go step to them.

Bitch I'm a buck 40

5'3 and my vibe giant

Keep hoes running

Realest niggas they keep quiet

Old hags and young femmes

Love to compete

But before you speak

Make sure you can keep a beat

Make sure you get rid of

Them fake friends fake friends

Them talk about it Neva do shit Do shit

You wasn't listening when

I sung the shit Say that shit

Now I don't mind bein the nuisance yea

I don't fake my life for no one yea

Want some realness well here go some yea

Fuck the gram and all the fake stunts yea

So you can miss me with that fake love

I ain't believing the hype

Until you come outside

I welcome all the strife

Come give the taste a try

Openly show my scars

And I will wear them w pride

You can't expose a bitch

Who ain't got shit to hide