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Lil Eazzyy – RIP Da Bully Lyrics

Go
Go, go, go, go, go
Go, uh

This shit wasn’t given to me
Rell had told me, “Boy, you finna blow, lil’ bro, just listen to me”
Nina always stay on go, you know she sticking to me
We ain’t doin’ no more single shots, you know this bitch a fully

RIP Da Bully
Squeak, pass me the woody
Don’t gotta smoke OG no more, we smoking cookie
He ain’t cut, that boy a rookie
We on point, throw on that hoodie
Free my man, ain’t let ’em loose, so fuck the jury

I’m in LA with the top off
Swanging metal like it’s Top Golf
Speak on domo, got no choice, he gettin’ knocked off
In the party clutchin’ glizzy, waitin’ for some shit to pop off
G4 got the switchy, call ’em hot sauce

Yeah, we served the block raw
Bitch, we want yo’ top dog
Mini Drac’, it clear the scene, it ain’t no cop calls
Yo’ n***** some top frauds
If I tell her, drop then she drop drawls
In that jam, forever loyal, I will not talk

If I’m on that, they on go, my n***** gettin’ to you
Hawk ’em down, ain’t no thought, my n***** finna shoot you
556, it rip his shit, them bullets slippin’ through you
Ridin’ back-to-back, them stoly ‘Cats don’t do no missin’ through ’em
Go, uh

This shit wasn’t given to me
Rell had told me, “Boy, you finna blow, lil’ bro, just listen to me”
Nina always stay on go, you know she sticking to me
We ain’t doin’ no more single shots, you know this bitch a fully

RIP Da Bully
Squeak, pass me the woody
Don’t gotta smoke OG no more, we smoking cookie
He ain’t cut, that boy a rookie
We on point, throw on that hoodie
Free my man, ain’t let ’em loose, so fuck the jury (Yeah)

No, I’m never stressin ’bout a bitch ’cause I got plenty
Think she yours but she freaky off that remy
Turn her on, I grip the semi
Take a ride up in this Bentley
Gimme top, I’m tired of Wock’, might sip some trishy
N***** always tryna kick it and I ain’t with it
I see what I want then I pick it ’cause I got chicken
N*****’ pockets frigid
I been countin’ digits
We play ball, this ain’t a scrimmage, said I’m comin’, bitch, I meant it
Go, uh

This shit wasn’t given to me
Rell had told me, “Boy, you finna blow, lil’ bro, just listen to me”
Nina always stay on go, you know she sticking to me
We ain’t doin’ no more single shots, you know this bitch a fully

RIP Da Bully
Squeak, pass me the woody
Don’t gotta smoke OG no more, we smoking cookie
He ain’t cut, that boy a rookie
We on point, throw on that hoodie
Free my man, ain’t let ’em loose, so fuck the jury (Fuck the jury)

(Fuck the jury
Throw on that hoodie
Said, “Just listen to me”)
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