Ring My Bell (Prod.Uglyb0y) (feat. Yung Deezy)

Call you blues clues I get a letter you better bring my mail Bitch told me to bring her something special so I brought myself How the fuck you do this music shit I had to learn myself And if you don't know how to scam a gram you better learn to sell Before I let you take me out the game I'd rather burn in hell If you think about doin music then you better learn to fail I ain't talkin' Anita Ward when I say ring my bell Finna do some black magic cause I just learned a spell I ain't Peezy I don't grind in winter I'm on a summer grind Fuck two cents ima add 10 cause I'm a whole dime While I was on my ten toes you was watchin' me the whole time WeBeenSpiritual Ima let you know I let my soul shine Anybody sittin above me sittin on a gold mine I ain't talkin 007 but I got the goldeneye Say she like my blick so I fuck around and let her hold the 9 No you can't rap in my studio won't even let you hold the mic Youngboy with a vision to make it out you better hold that sight It gets cold and dark in this world so you better bring a light Niggas out here grippin on some steel that's why I grip a pipe No mercy to my cousin now I got my heat so don't pick a fight Yeah bitch yeah bitch ring my bell Bitch Ima demon on my momma raisin' hell You a pussy boy always takin all the L's Pussy not pink not lookin very well Beat that pussy till it's black and it's blue Bitch for real a hoe been passed to the group Two bad bitches pullin up in the coupe Look like a gorilla comin' out of the zoo Hit my boy J when I needa hit the booth If you ain't makin' hits get the fuck up out the stu Spent 500 right there on some shoes Bitch keep beggin me fo' Jimmy Choo Stack my money to the mothafuckin roof Got so drunk last night lost a tooth Blow smoke on them hoes make em poof On my momma gettin lit gettin loose And if you ain't gang get the fuck out the group See you out in public on my momma Ima shoot Choppa got banana clip make it slip, oops Bitch wanna bless me I ain't say ahchoo I can't have you round me if you ain't talkin big cheese Gotta couple people round me steady droppin big three's Kill a cop burn his body call that cooked pig meat Drop a bitch if she actin like a boujee pick me Took some chances with the dough so that pape was risky Third eye open so I know who's really with me Finna drive down to Houston I ain't talkin Whitney I know these niggas fake they ain't really fuckin wit me Might fuck yo bitch and leave that bitch real sticky My bitch got a fat ass but I ain't fuckin Nicki No we can't hit the lick if you actin' real iffy If you shoot at me then you better hope you miss me Keep my name out ya mouth or Ima think you miss me Nigga talkin' shit I shoot his back like Ricky Nigga talkin' shit I shoot his back like RICKYYYY WeBeenSpiritual!