SERIOUS sh*t lyrics

[Chorus: Roscoe & Lil Bay]
Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air
Serious sh*t, no playin', ho
Serious sh*t, no playin', ho
Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air
Serious sh*t, no playin', ho
Serious sh*t, no playin', ho
Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air
Serious sh*t, no playin', ho
Serious sh*t, no playin', ho
Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air
Serious sh*t, no playin', ho
Serious sh*t, no playin', ho

[Verse 1]
I'ma slit my wrists, no tourniquet
I'm murderous, my crib got more burners than furnishings
Got a lot of haters, not concerned with it
The Earth revolve around earnin' currency, Copernicus
I'll leave you scared stupider than Ernest is
Pluckin' more chickens than the Churches is
Always lookin' fly, boy, I'm merciless with purchases
Police ain't nothin', you can bet I beat the verdict, b*tch
'Cause I'm more connected than the alphabet in cursive is
Wallet like Webster, killer like Dexter
Your b*tch lookin' at me? Well, I guess I'm gonna sex her
Ugly stay rougher than the texture
If you players want that phonk, I'm that fly sh*t expert
[Chorus: Roscoe & Lil Bay]
Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air
Serious sh*t, no playin', ho
Serious sh*t, no playin', ho
Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air
Serious sh*t, no playin', ho
Serious sh*t, no playin', ho
Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air
Serious sh*t, no playin', ho
Serious sh*t, no playin', ho
Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air
Serious sh*t, no playin', ho
Serious sh*t, no playin', ho

[Verse 2]
Playboy, I'ma stay grindin' 'til my pockets straight Halliburton
And I'ma grind dirty, you never met a fouler person
The list of sh*t I'm worse than is long as scripture verses
About to hit this purp, and rummage through your mother's purses
You cats is yellow with it, stone-ground mustard
Ugly Mane is stone ground-up and reconstructed
Glocks, I'ma bust 'em, pus*y, I'ma crush it
Plus, I stay luxurious, you b*tches are disgustin'
Gettin' money fast, that's my modus operandi
I've been ice cold since the night I saw my man die
Bullets knock you on your ass, you'd swore it was a landslide
Ugly ain't a boss? Hell nah, that's a damn lie
[Chorus: Roscoe & Lil Bay]
Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air
Serious sh*t, no playin', ho
Serious sh*t, no playin', ho
Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air
Serious sh*t, no playin', ho
Serious sh*t, no playin', ho
Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air
Serious sh*t, no playin', ho
Serious sh*t, no playin', ho
Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air
Serious sh*t, no playin', ho
Serious sh*t, no playin', ho

[Outro]
Yeah, motherf*cker, goin' after all the true players
f*ck these beefin' ass, old bustin' ass, slow ass b*tches
You heard me
Motherf*ckin' true gangsta-sh*t
We're the motherf*ckin' thug playboys, you feel me?
Real-life money gettin'
Uno, tres, through our way, motherf*cker, blast
Talk all that sh*t, motherf*cker
Ain't got nothin' to motherf*ckin' say when these bullets flyin' at your motherf*ckin' b*tch ass head, you feel me?
Lil Ugly Mane, serious sh*t
21W, you heard me comin' out from the other side, b*tch