I'm in love wit these diamonds
Just look how i'm shinning
Packets on packets
Your boy just been grinding
I be in the kitchen
Flipping steaks and frying
Catch up to me
You know bitches be trying
You said you got bodies
I know that you lying
They mad that i'm winning
They soft and they crying
Glock in my lap
Shoot out while i'm driving
Scope out these bitches
These bullets be flying
I came with the crew
What the f*ck you gone do
Pull up in a coup
Lambo doors they be blue
Bitches be sticking
Like they are some glue
At the top it is lonely
But look at the view
I be hiding his body
Got blood on ma shoe
Turning up a party
Looking like a zoo
When i talk up my shit
You be listening too
And i ain't done winning
Got so much to prove
Bitches be looking like clowns
They turning around
Shoot them in the back
You will not hear a sound
You think that i'm empty
Got so many rounds
Keep talking this shit
While i'm beating you down
Now you see me winning
Why you gotta frown
I ain't all about that
I don't talk about that
Coppers pull up
You a snitch, you a rat
Say it again
Your face gonna get slapped
Your girl in the club
Her cheeks bout to get clapped
And i don't mean to buzz
But i always stay strapped
And my squad in the back
Your ass bout to be trapped
Gun yo ass down
Right before you react
And i am on top
Bro u know thats a fact
I'm stealing yo hoes
Lambo truck got four doors
And we got some m4s
Bitch i'm getting enzos
Hoppin out the benzo
Trappin out the bando
Homie i'm getting this bread yeah, yeah, yeah
My shipment just got me a tech yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitches think i'm sick in the head yeah, yeah, yeah
Now i have a mansion you stuck in a shed yeah, yeah!
Man this beat is so fire
My broskies they wit me
I'm taking them higher
I shoot for the moon
I want to inspire
Haters they slipping
They looking retired
V12 looking good
Y'all need a whistle
And if you do want smoke
With an AK and a pistol
Bitch grinding my work
Turn my gold into crystals
Songs are so hot
They be looking like missiles
Yeah
You gotta nut sack for a mind
I'm taking my time yeah
I'm helping my family out
I'm getting these dimes yeah
And you are a bitch you a joke yeah yeah yeah
Homie i'm getting dis dough and you are just broke yeah
Bullz Da Kid - Crew Lyrics
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I'm in love wit these diamonds
Just look how i'm shinning
Packets on packets
Your boy just been grinding
I be in the kitchen
Flipping steaks and frying
Catch up to me
You know bitches be trying
You said you got bodies
I know that you lying
They mad that i'm winning
They soft and they crying
Glock in my lap
Shoot out while i'm driving
Scope out these bitches
These bullets be flying
I came with the crew
What the f*ck you gone do
Pull up in a coup
Lambo doors they be blue
Bitches be sticking
Like they are some glue
At the top it is lonely
But look at the view
I be hiding his body
Got blood on ma shoe
Turning up a party
Looking like a zoo
When i talk up my shit
You be listening too
And i ain't done winning
Got so much to prove
Bitches be looking like clowns
They turning around
Shoot them in the back
You will not hear a sound
You think that i'm empty
Got so many rounds
Keep talking this shit
While i'm beating you down
Now you see me winning
Why you gotta frown
I ain't all about that
I don't talk about that
Coppers pull up
You a snitch, you a rat
Say it again
Your face gonna get slapped
Your girl in the club
Her cheeks bout to get clapped
And i don't mean to buzz
But i always stay strapped
And my squad in the back
Your ass bout to be trapped
Gun yo ass down
Right before you react
And i am on top
Bro u know thats a fact
I'm stealing yo hoes
Lambo truck got four doors
And we got some m4s
Bitch i'm getting enzos
Hoppin out the benzo
Trappin out the bando
Homie i'm getting this bread yeah, yeah, yeah
My shipment just got me a tech yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitches think i'm sick in the head yeah, yeah, yeah
Now i have a mansion you stuck in a shed yeah, yeah!
Man this beat is so fire
My broskies they wit me
I'm taking them higher
I shoot for the moon
I want to inspire
Haters they slipping
They looking retired
V12 looking good
Y'all need a whistle
And if you do want smoke
With an AK and a pistol
Bitch grinding my work
Turn my gold into crystals
Songs are so hot
They be looking like missiles
Yeah
You gotta nut sack for a mind
I'm taking my time yeah
I'm helping my family out
I'm getting these dimes yeah
And you are a bitch you a joke yeah yeah yeah
Homie i'm getting dis dough and you are just broke yeah
Just look how i'm shinning
Packets on packets
Your boy just been grinding
I be in the kitchen
Flipping steaks and frying
Catch up to me
You know bitches be trying
You said you got bodies
I know that you lying
They mad that i'm winning
They soft and they crying
Glock in my lap
Shoot out while i'm driving
Scope out these bitches
These bullets be flying
I came with the crew
What the f*ck you gone do
Pull up in a coup
Lambo doors they be blue
Bitches be sticking
Like they are some glue
At the top it is lonely
But look at the view
I be hiding his body
Got blood on ma shoe
Turning up a party
Looking like a zoo
When i talk up my shit
You be listening too
And i ain't done winning
Got so much to prove
Bitches be looking like clowns
They turning around
Shoot them in the back
You will not hear a sound
You think that i'm empty
Got so many rounds
Keep talking this shit
While i'm beating you down
Now you see me winning
Why you gotta frown
I ain't all about that
I don't talk about that
Coppers pull up
You a snitch, you a rat
Say it again
Your face gonna get slapped
Your girl in the club
Her cheeks bout to get clapped
And i don't mean to buzz
But i always stay strapped
And my squad in the back
Your ass bout to be trapped
Gun yo ass down
Right before you react
And i am on top
Bro u know thats a fact
I'm stealing yo hoes
Lambo truck got four doors
And we got some m4s
Bitch i'm getting enzos
Hoppin out the benzo
Trappin out the bando
Homie i'm getting this bread yeah, yeah, yeah
My shipment just got me a tech yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitches think i'm sick in the head yeah, yeah, yeah
Now i have a mansion you stuck in a shed yeah, yeah!
Man this beat is so fire
My broskies they wit me
I'm taking them higher
I shoot for the moon
I want to inspire
Haters they slipping
They looking retired
V12 looking good
Y'all need a whistle
And if you do want smoke
With an AK and a pistol
Bitch grinding my work
Turn my gold into crystals
Songs are so hot
They be looking like missiles
Yeah
You gotta nut sack for a mind
I'm taking my time yeah
I'm helping my family out
I'm getting these dimes yeah
And you are a bitch you a joke yeah yeah yeah
Homie i'm getting dis dough and you are just broke yeah
Writer: Filip Stankovski
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid