BOLOGNA lyrics

[Chorus: Cacity]
I swear, all of you b*tches below me
If I died, I got bored from the growing
Forecast on my neck and it's snowing
Skinwalker build b*tch, I am boney
Your squad not elite, it's baloney
When I press delete, they gon' owe me
And all of these b*tches, they blow me
She wanted the di*k, now she know me (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
My chopper too sick, and I'm Tony

[Verse 1: Cacity]
Uhh
Hundred bands, they got hundred fans
They gon' run the stands up
When I come again
b*tch, I'm with her mans, smiling up
He gon' sub again
Dominating b*tch, I lеt her f*ck
If she got the hands
Cut thе paying sh*t, I don't got luck
b*tch, I got a gun
b*tch [?], what?
Think you coolin' up?
Once I get the cut, ayy
Sipping drank, that's my purple stank
Wocky and the 'xotic, double cup
Whippin' in a truck
[Chorus: Cacity]
All of you b*tches below me
If I died, I got bored from the growing
Forecast on my neck and it's snowing
Skinwalker build b*tch, I am boney
Your squad not elite, it's baloney
When I press delete, they gon' owe me
And all of these b*tches, they blow me
She wanted the di*k, now she know me (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
My chopper too sick, and I'm Tony

[Verse 2: SSJ Daki & ISSBROKIE]
Da-da-damn, it's some fools again
We laughing, making bands
Shooters ran, make him levitate, he in that ceiling fan
I'm with my clan
It's the KARMA clique
He talking, get him, blam
Don't need no plan
Chopper make him dance, he hit that running man
Run it up, feeling childish
Wish that boy would die a b*tch
I feel like Guts, I'm the wildest
b*tch, I love the violence
b*tch I got rocks on my f*cking wrist
They look like vitamins
Nah, I don't trust, barely love a b*tch
I'm only hugging sticks
[?] bast*rd
All of the sh*t you dropping is wack, nerd
All these rappers be doing the same sh*t, with some new words, y'all some actors
Want a movie? Then look at my cast first
b*tch it's KARMAMØB, look what the track worth
If he talking, we flippin' him backwards
More shirts, I'm coming with blasters
Getting money, that's my trait
I can't stop, it's like a f*cking obsession
I'm adding holes up in his face that finna send him to heaven
He yelling "Hey!" when the mob is at his door with the weapon
Its SSJ, I'm her fetish
You rappers need you some lessons, b*tch
[Verse 3: ISSBROKIE]
Bleh
It's the chick with the kick-ass flows
Yo' b*tch silly, XO's like it's tic-tac-toe
I really step up on a rapper if he diss my bros
I'm getting back—, getting back—, getting back—
Getting back at any rapper wanna talk sh*t
Pull up to his office, I'm tryna get toxic
Getting beat by his b*tch hands, like boxing
If you ain't give props to a b*tch that is talking
Ayy, b*tch, look at my fit
You couldn't afford this, you couldn't afford sh*t
I'm f*cking yo' whore, b*tch
I'm deeper than GOREJIT
And I know yo' b*tch tryna hit it, she know I've been trying to hit it
She throw up my whole di*k
I'm mobbing I'm really with it,demonic
I'm really viscious, you want it
Jiminy cricket I beat a b*tch to submission, ISSBROKIE I'm really in the deep but I'm repping a whip man, I'm tryna get out my city through spitting these lyrics
Like, ayy
Top of the morning!
I got too many b*tches who think I was mormon, huh
B-B-b*tch I got blood on my forces (B—)
Might take a walk get a crease on his Jordans, huh
Hol' up, someone inform him
Yeah, I'm the best rapper imported
To lift up my notepad, you need a forklift
"Let's make a hit today"
I press record and then im barring out
BROKIE got a boner, I need yo' b*tch now
I-I-I just made twenty bands from my house
Yeah, I just made twenty bands from my mouth
I feel like I'm Reily Reid, what now?
ISSBROKIE too goated, what I can't doubt
b*tch, I got drip, yo' ass in a drought
[?]
[Chorus: Cacity]
I swear, all of you b*tches below me
If I died, I got bored from the growing
Forecast on my neck and it's snowing
Skinwalker build b*tch, I am boney
Your squad not elite, it's baloney
When I press delete, they gon' owe me
And all of these b*tches, they blow me
She wanted the di*k, now she know me (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
My chopper too sick, and I'm Tony