BUG b*tch lyrics

[Chorus]
Gun in my hand finna send rounds
Shooting my shot through tha scope wit my head down
Fake in tha blood of yo friends now
Cheating yo life motherf*cker you death bound
Walk on my own through tha f*ck sh*t
Lemme alone
Imma dip and
Go rustic
Yo girl on my nerves
Call her
Bug b*tch
Eating away at my
Temper
I need me a substance

[Verse 1]
Yo b*tch wanna touch on
My genitals
I'd rather beat up my body wit chemicals
All of these humans identical
Jump in sum Nuclear waste
Grow a tentacle
Eat on da pus*y
Its succulent
Spit in it
Fuccin it
Beat it up, jumpin it
f*ck around
Takin dump in it
Why you so mad at me for
Go be mad atchyo government
[Verse 2]
Quit tha tobaccy
But still I be smokin
Too much of da weed
I be
High as sh*t
30 percent nothin less
If yo sh*t
Lookin mid
f*ck yo club
I ain’t buyin sh*t
Everyone wanna be rappers
They make a few songs
And come up
Then they dying quick
Seen it so many damn times
At this point
It’s a mother fukkin fact
Call it science b*tch

[Verse 3]
f*ck all da streams and da plays
Im doin this sh*t for PROHIBIUS (Prohibeo)
We came in the game and it changed..
Now y’all be f*ckin it up and it’s hideous
Grab on my gunn And take aim
I’m murderin all of you idiots
You couldn’t tell me a thing I don’t know
I been livin this sh*t you oblivious
Sharpen tha blade on my bow
On the tip of my feathered and wooden arrow
Pull back the nock
To my to my cheek
Then I look in my sight
I see you
Time to eat
Release the string
Let it go
And I watch as it enter yo chest like a ghosst
Leaving a hole ya can’t breath
Gut then I skin you and hang ya ta bleed
[Chorus]
Gun in my hand finna send rounds
Shooting my shot through tha scope wit my head down
Fake in tha blood of yo friends now
Cheating yo life motherf*cker you death bound
Walk on my own through tha
f*ck sh*t
Lemme alone
Imma dip and
Go rustic
Yo girl on my nerves
Call her
Bug b*tch
Eating away at my
Temper
I need me a substance
Gun in my hand finna send rounds
Shooting my shot through tha scope wit my head down
Fake in tha blood of yo friends now
Cheating yo life motherf*cker you death bound
Walk on my own through tha
f*ck sh*t
Lemme alone
Imma dip and
Go rustic
Yo girl on my nerves
Call her
Bug b*tch
Eating away at my
Temper
I need me a substance