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Bullets Flying
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Bullets Flying è stato pubblicato il 23 ottobre 2020 da Reckless Republic PS come parte dell'album Defeated Da Odds - EP
Released23 ottobre 2020
EtichettaReckless Republic PS
LinguaEnglish
BPM155
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Video musicale

Video musicale

Testi

Bullets flyin' past my head, thought I was dead, y'all
Bullets flyin' past my head, thought I was dead, y'all
Street **** told me, "I'm lacking, go get me a pistol"
I'm still sleepin' with that thing under my pillow
My lil' homie caught a body, officially a killer
Can't catch that lil' **** without it, I know he'll hit ya
I hate when a **** think you owe him some
You the crouse, bitch, you must think that I'm slow or somethin'
Takin' penitentiary chances, I ain't scared, y'all
Bullets flyin' past my head, thought I was dead, y'all
Fuck 12, you know we sped off
Hit up, they block, whole hunnid shots, you know we let off
Lil' freaky bitch, play with my mind, you know you dead wrong
I know lil' shawty play both sides, had my head gone
I like to sit down and just pray when I'm at home alone
I got some homeboys locked up, tell 'em that they comin' home
I got some shit on my mind, get down on my knees, just pray that it go right
I don't even fuck with these ****
These **** are karma, I know they got no life
**** hatin', I give 'em hell now
We makin' bond, my partners getting' outta jail now
Water drippin', river falls, like I'm Left Eye
**** still holdin' they nuts, it never fail
Keep everything up in the streets, we never tell on 'em
I thought my partner was my homie, but he bailed on me
Never open up my mouth when it's a homicide
They shot my man in the field and he ain't survive
Say, "A body for a body, everybody die"
Could have post that bitch up, but now she got to rot
Whole team poppin' perks today
They put buddy on a shirt today
Pull up in a foreign, straight off the lot
Diamonds are dancin', floodin' the watch
Jumped at the top, lookin' up at the sky
We got them boes, if you wanna buy
Stop fuckin' with ****, I had to divide
No playground, any **** gonna slide
Shot that bitch up with that black 45
Never ridin' for these ****, unless it's my homies
When it go down and shit get real, will they fold on me?
My partners tellin' me it's time to drop that load on 'em
Bullets flyin' across my head, could've been dead, yeah
Street **** told me, "I'm lacking, go get me a pistol"
I'm still sleepin' with that thing under my pillow
My lil' homie caught a body, officially a killer
Can't catch that lil' **** without it, I know he'll hit ya
I hate when a **** think you owe him some
You the crouse, bitch, you must think that I'm slow or somethin'
Takin' penitentiary chances, I ain't scared, y'all
Bullets flyin' past my head, thought I was dead, y'all
Street **** told me, "I'm lacking, go get me a pistol"
I'm still sleepin' with that thing under my pillow
My lil' homie caught a body, officially a killer
Can't catch that lil' **** without it, I know he'll hit ya
Written by: Datony Anderson, Joshua Cross, Kashif Deron Williams
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