Bully

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I'm going insane.

Uh.

I'm going insane, we fucking outside, she keep on grabbing my hoodie.

Hoodie, uh, uh.

Listen, pal, I heard you owe a few quid to Troubie, yeah?

-Brr.

-You gonna start answering the phone and get back on to him ASAP.

He had that fucking money paid, yeah, don't have that throat slit, my guy.

I'm going insane, we fucking outside, she keep on grabbing my hoodie. Uh.

Watch what you say when you talk to my face, you know I bully the bullies.

You know I'm just saying, she know I'm the guy, she wanna fuck with me fully. Uh.

She give me darts in the cully. Uh. Kissing and grabbing my woody. Uh.

I know that I'm petty, a hundred percent, I'll fuck on his girl if he calls me a bitch.

More bands inside of my pocket, two number ones, I'm tryna get rich.

One hand in the air, no nae-nae, I do my dance when I'm taking a risk.

I don't know what they thinking to crash out, but they don't know I'm a crash-out kid.

I know how to tussle and shit. I know how to flip me a brick.

I know how to turn up a bitch, ask any of my girls, he's fully legit. I know how to fight, I don't quit.

I know I'ma run up the shit. I know that I'm destined for this, my name in their mouth with a hit,

I'm the kid. I'm going insane, we fucking outside, she keep on grabbing my hoodie.

Uh. Watch what you say when you talk to my face, you know I bully the bullies.

You know I'm just saying, she know I'm the guy, she wanna fuck with me fully. Uh.

She give me darts in the cully. Uh. Kissing and grabbing my woody. Uh.

See the kid now, they keep comparing me, how could they keep comparing me?

All the shit that I did in the seat, man, how could these niggas come near me?

I got the method, I made 'em all racks, I wanted to see them all clearly.

I'm going insane when I'm chasing these racks, we coming like Tommy and Jerry.

Nearly killed one nigga for touching my sister, GBH left his head back swollen.

-Fuck 'em. -RIP Hulk Hogan.

To be honest, I hate niggas too.

My white nigga fell in love with a Black ting, nickname Brooch, made the nigga brand new. Day-date to kiss on my wrist.

No dinner with a chipper four-six. Huh.

Beef is a broke man's sport, a broke man's sport, I'm tryna get rich. Chat shit, think that I'm listening. LZ blind and my chain start glistening.

Ca-Ca-Can't lie, move slimy.

Last week, I finessed my bro 'cause I thought my bro was itching to slide me. And that's word to my nigga TR. Huh.

It's kill or be killed. One-fifty in this SVR, I was only sixteen when I was writing my will.

Leng one, leng one, fuck me for drill.

Didn't care what happened to me, now look at my life, I'm signing a deal. Fuck.

Bald heads wanting a feature, you niggas rubbed out, -like what's the appeal? -Damn, pal, yeah.

I heard you got that few quid owe with the Troubie.

Just bite yourself a bit more -time, pal, yeah?

-I'm going insane, we fucking outside, she keep on grabbing my hoodie. Uh.

Watch what you say when you talk to my face, you know I bully the bullies.

You know I'm just saying, she know I'm the guy, she wanna fuck with me fully. Uh. She give me darts in the cully. Uh.

Kissing and grabbing my woody. Uh.

You know I bully the. . .

-Facts. -Uh. Kissing and grabbing my. . . Shh, shh.

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh.