Bully Made lyrics

[Verse 1: MJPAID]
Then my kicks cost me nine hundred
Clearin' five, that sh*t only took me five punches (You're not making this easy, Kyle)
Let the b*tch hit the burner, damn near died from it
ARP, it got the flash, you can't hide from it

[Verse 2: Fordio]
And if it ain't about no pape', why we havin' discussions?
She said I'm probably out here f*ckin', quit with the assumptions
Know I ain't rushin' with this sh*t, I know my time comin'
And I know I'ma get it as long as my mind on it

[Verse 3: BabyTron]
sh*t, droppin' O red in the newest Crush
Pape' flyin' like we seen a Loomis truck and blew it up
DSM, we bully made, we catch an opp and chew him up
Control my dreams off the drank, I'm sippin' out a lucid cup

[Verse 4: MJPAID]
Evеn in the summer, b*tch, I'm booted up
Soon as I got thе coor', b*tch, I suited up
Droppin' fours with the fives, man, I'm through with cups
You was at the top, now you not, you done blew the buzz
This sh*t here ain't new to us
n*ggas on the scam sayin' what they gon' do to us
Damn near had to open lane and I threw it up
n*ggas lowkey hatin' on me, still be showin' love
[Verse 5: Fordio]
sh*t, this lil' ho, she know my feelings, I don't show too much
I go nutty with the cards like less I'm goin' up
Lost my dog, had me sick, I was pourin' mud
Took my first sip of the Wock', I was so in love
Gettin' high of Gary Payton, hit her with the glove
I score on Tris just like a six, then hit the Jordan shrug
In her loop is still in the mix like my brother was
Catch a play, then hit the six, shoutout my n*gga Boogs

[Verse 6: BabyTron]
We'll turn him to a pack, then feed him to the wolves
Used to have a pocket full of nothin', now they full
Why you tryna raise your voice but you ain't got no pull?
Why you tryna start a convo? You ain't got no funds
Hundred thousand somethin' 'Woods, I got toxic lungs
If I put it on my checklist, I got it done
If I put him on my hitlist, I got him off
If I get it off my BIN list, I cleared the cart
I done overdid the shrooms, I can't steer the car

[Verse 7: MJPAID, Fordio & BabyTron]
Pour up the ashes in the pint, this sh*t gettin' hard
We just stickin' to the vision, now we gettin' far
Thinkin' that you at the finish line, but whole time, it's the start
If you ain't doin' sh*t else, n*gga, play your part
Margiela paint, it look like a n*gga did some art
It's gon' hit the light, even if you did it in the dark
[Outro: BabyTron]
sh*ttyBoyz, Dog sh*t Militia, you know what the f*ck goin' on