Lyrics Bully - P.O.S, P.O.S feat. Moncelas Boston, Rapper Hooks

Bully

Feel my shit, feel myself
Give myself a toast, yeah!
Make noise, take toys, shovel-face bully
«Shake boys outta they straight face» bully
The world is yours — yeah, until it’s mine
Yeah, get outta mine
Yeah, get outta mine (bully!)
Don’t stay around, don’t play, straight bully
Won’t fuck around, won’t placate bully
The world is yours, fucker, until it’s mine
Yeah, get outta mine
Yeah, get outta mine (bully!)
I rap with gunfire, every bar is a bullet
I’m with twenty bad bitches, ten of them wearing hoodies
She’s already on my dick, I’m just trying to find where to put it Got hobbies
of a nerd but I’m a motherfuckin' bully
Exhausted by the options and officers, helicopters
So get used to your recruitment, there ain’t nobody to stop us There’s death to
reinforcements
Whoever would’ve thought my mom’s unprotected sex could have ended up as a
monster?
He’s fucking taking your cookies!
Stop him in his tracks
Show him that I am Deathsquad, Marijuana snacks
Slow up the pressure, get God, hover over
Load up the globe in the Corolla, hold up, roll it sober
Blow up the road, heat up the Folgers
Fuck 'em every day, fully the way I play
Bully, what’s in the way?
Sullied by silly chicks and accolades
But shaken off the see and say for fame or pay
Speak whatever hops up out the gullet get your trash in with the throw away
Bully, give myself a toast, yeah!
Make noise, take toys, shovel-face bully
«Shake boys outta they straight face» bully
The world is yours — yeah, until it’s mine
Yeah, get outta mine
Yeah, get outta mine (bully!)
Don’t stay around, don’t play, straight bully
Won’t fuck around, won’t placate bully
The world is yours, fucker, until it’s mine
Yeah, get outta mine
Yeah, get outta mine (bully!)
A problem being honest, I’m honestly being modest
With a couple bottles, and models let molly sleep in my body
I pray that I fall off when the devil starts singing gospel Screaming fuck
everybody like prostitution is logical
And I’m probably doing everything I shouldn’t
Reaching for the stars because my father said that I shouldn’t
A smart retard I’ll push if you tell me it
Just as long as my description and definition is bully
Pussy whippin' like the softest poetry, you know it’s real
Only messing with me when the speech is hot, give me lots
Run them pockets like some crooked cops
Catch me up in ally spots
Broad day like Mike O’Malley plots (Melo!)
Bully every fucker cause they bark a lot
Talk is cheap, going yard
Run them fuckbois out they cleats
Sleep, breathe smoke, repeat
Diving off the deep so you know it’s me
Bully!
P.O.
been the evil, see no people
Hear no simple men
Gut a fucker, fuck a gutter
Twist the knife and leave it in
Flavor in the seasoning
Tell me when the creepin' season ends
Until you do you bet your ass you know I’m creepin'
Sneakin' in, seeping in your middle daughter’s creases bent
Beat it till she sleepin' in
Skipping work and ditching friends, get intense
Spitting kids, splitting cigs, ghost, yeah
Feel my shit, feel myself
Give myself a toast, yeah!
Make noise, take toys, shovel-face bully
«Shake boys outta they straight face» bully
The world is yours — yeah, until it’s mine
Yeah, get outta mine
Yeah, get outta mine (bully!)