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Bully Blanco
88
Hip-Hop/Rap
Bully Blanco was released on June 9, 2020 by ACal / Angels & Outlaws as a part of the album Legend
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AlbumLegend
Release DateJune 9, 2020
LabelACal / Angels & Outlaws
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Adam Calhoun
Adam Calhoun
Performer
Struggle Jennings
Struggle Jennings
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Calhoun
Adam Calhoun
Composer
William Harness
William Harness
Composer

Lyrics

When the money start slowing up
Your friends stop showing up
Damn, homie
Remember you were blowing up
What the fuck happened?
They let my ass in
I snatched it
And you can't get it back, bitch
This is competition
My worst freestyle is better than your written
What's that shit you wearing?
We ain't got the same stitching
If you can't take the heat
Get your ass up out the
Man, you tripping if you think I'm saying kitchen
Got my trigger finger itching
Cut you down to size like midgets
I can't be for y'all, our bank accounts are different
This is pressure
You make less money than the change on my dresser
Make the apes come and get ya
They gon' put you on a stretcher
You a little extra
You can't fight for shit, boy, but you one hell of a texter
Oh, boy
Watch me do this
You talk a whole lot, but you ain't gonna do shit, lil' bitch
Goodbye for now
I guess it's time to leave
I'll take my foot off of your throat, and I'ma finally let you breathe
Just remember what you seen
I hope you didn't skip a scene
It ain't always what it seems, but it can be what you believe
I hate that you don't dream
Don't believe you can't achieve
When I showed you first-hand, if you reach you can retrieve
I got holes in the soles of my boots, I had to get it
Kind of like them holes in the couch where you been sitting
On your ass, yes, I smashed right past
You studied what I did, but couldn't pass math class
Now I'm doing numbers, and you wonder your position
I only do addition, you're subtracted, it's division
The lines are getting drawn right here 'cause we're different
You're heavily medicated, I'm heavily driven
To me, it's so absurd you got the nerve to call me Hollywood
Because I work my ass off, fed my family, finally got it good
Sucker
Bitch, motherfucker
I got hunger pains, you look a lot like supper
Striker, see, I don't like talking shit, but
Every time I'm pulling up, y'all burning rubber
They tell me settle down (Fuck no, peddle down)
We gon' make it out alive
Got a pocket full of rounds
Got a pocket full of stones
We gon' make it back home
You ain't gonna make it, though
You ain't got a backbone
They gon' try to ban us (Why?)
'Cause we banned up
They can't fucking stand us (Why?)
'Cause we stand up
Written by: Adam Bradley Calhoun, Vaughn Freitag, William Harness
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