Bully Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT

[Chorus]
Damn, I'm on my bully, I do too much, I'm really that b*tch, huh?
She be mad, that n*gga a dog, he never get off my pics, wait
Girl, don't do it, you'll really get packed, no FedEx two day ship (Nah)
My ex mad as sh*t, baby, I'm the baddest b*tch (I am)
I get the breesh and I dub him
That n*gga's a dub
No, he cannot dress
I cannot f*ck him (No)
Maxed his card, it wasn't hard
n*gga was feenin' to touch me (Touch me)
The way that I move, that way that I walk
Know, you shouldn't trust me (Nah)
I stuff the hundreds in a duffy
Them hatin' b*tches really love me (They do)
How you my b*tch and you sub me? (Huh?)
If you talk crazy, we'll end it abruptly
Fearing no b*tch, only God is above me
Yeah they watchin' all my moves
If she want drill sh*t, she better come with the tool
I ain't even gotta prove
Soon as I step in the room, they getting in tune
[Verse]
Talkin' money, come correct to me
I'm gettin' nasty off Hennessy
He gonna spam me respectfully (Grrt)
n*ggas could never get next to me (No)
I got the sauce, I'm the recipe
She throwin' shots, ain't no doctor, Twitter fingers, she a blogger
Couple karats on the collar
Told that boy to give me mata (Mata, mata)
How you think they gonna beat me, n*gga? (What?)
You better know how to treat me, n*gga
He ain't mine, you just seen me with him
But don't be surprised if I'm leaving with him
How you think they gonna beat me, n*gga? (What?)
You better know how to treat me, n*gga
He ain't mine, you just seen me with him
But don't be surprised if I'm leaving with him

[Chorus]
Damn, I'm on my bully, I do too much, I'm really that b*tch, huh?
She be mad, that n*gga a dog, he never get off my pics, wait
Girl, don't do it, you'll really get packed, no FedEx two day ship (Nah)
My ex mad as sh*t, baby, I'm the baddest b*tch (I am)
I get the breesh and I dub him
That n*gga's a dub
No, he cannot dress
I cannot f*ck him (No)
Maxed his card, it wasn't hard
n*gga was feenin' to touch me (Touch me)
The way that I move, that way that I walk
Know, you shouldn't trust me (Nah)
I stuff the hundreds in a duffy
Them hatin' b*tches really love me (They do)
How you my b*tch and you sub me? (Huh?)
If you talk crazy, we'll end it abruptly
Fearing no b*tch, only God is above me
Yeah they watchin' all my moves
If she want drill sh*t, she better come with the tool
I ain't even gotta prove
Soon as I step in the room, they getting in tune