Lil Head, Z-Ro - No Bullshit lyrics
[Lil Head, Z-Ro - No Bullshit lyrics]
I ain't having none of that riff raff
So act like you know that I ain't friendly
Treat everybody I come across
Like they wanna put something in me
Like some lead
Or if I'm moving weight they might
Set me up with the FEDs
But to a boy done shed
I'm one deep trying to get bread
And I'm one deep when I bust heads
Cause I'm not gonna tell on me
When a snitch be rolling with you
You headed to felony
I ain't ready to do 85 percent
Of nobody's time
So I keep's it gangsta when I'm boss hogging
And solo when I grind
A-R 1-5, AK-56 plus one
It's multiple homicide
If I happen to touch one
You niggas gon learn
Or you niggas are gon burn
It get hotter than lava
When it come down to the dolla
And I gotta have it, by any means necessary
Guaranteed to see a million
Before the cemetery so I keep on watching
And my 4-4 keep on cocking
If my folks keep on droppin
B-O double P-E-R's keep on
Boppin I ain't stoppin
We ain't, having none of that bullshit
Represent till I die Hiram-Clarke
Mo City my hood bitch get out of dodge
Cause we ain't no play thang see me and
(Lil Head nigga) keeping it gangsta
All day mayn
In my life I keep it gangsta, all day
In my life
I could peep a wanksta a mile away
In my life, I trust me and nobody else
That's why I walk around with a nine
Tucked in my belt
Don't let the small size fool you
Try to play me for weak
Cause, I pull this four pound bar
And blaze at your beat
You got niggas I got niggas
But my niggas the best
See my niggas all my niggas
Is guerillas with techs
Lil Head the 4'3 Giant, respect my name
In order to live a longer life
You gotta respect the game now listen mayn
I'm trying to tell you some'
For your own good see I'm the type of nigga
Have you bailing out your own hood
I'm a General a Sergeant
No need to start this
Rumble in the field with a lion
Cause I'm raw bitch
I'm raw regardless, whether it's four to one
Cause the pop from the Glock
I know it's gonna go through one
I'm not your kin folk
So I suggest you get out of dodge
1-25 road raging, ready to get out and squab
Too many problems in my life
I just can't handle the stress
Niggas be trying to kill me
Damn near dismantling my vest
But, I can take it, cause I dish it out
You got your gun
I got my gun and I'm busting
Before you get a chance to whoop it out
A soldier
Folding up a motherfucker what he need for me
Either with a gun or with a fist
Anyway it go I'm still gon fold him
What you thought I was, a fraud a hoe a punk
Don't make me make you say oh Lord
Shut the fuck up i handle my bidness
And then I move around in the night
So much codeine
It feel like I got a pound of the Sprite
So keep my temper calm, collective and cool
Cause, I might ignite and go off
And leave nothing but your shoes
To keep my temper calm, collective and cool
Cause, I might ignite and go off
And leave nothing but your shoes
So act like you know that I ain't friendly
Treat everybody I come across
Like they wanna put something in me
Like some lead
Or if I'm moving weight they might
Set me up with the FEDs
But to a boy done shed
I'm one deep trying to get bread
And I'm one deep when I bust heads
Cause I'm not gonna tell on me
When a snitch be rolling with you
You headed to felony
I ain't ready to do 85 percent
Of nobody's time
So I keep's it gangsta when I'm boss hogging
And solo when I grind
A-R 1-5, AK-56 plus one
It's multiple homicide
If I happen to touch one
You niggas gon learn
Or you niggas are gon burn
It get hotter than lava
When it come down to the dolla
And I gotta have it, by any means necessary
Guaranteed to see a million
Before the cemetery so I keep on watching
And my 4-4 keep on cocking
If my folks keep on droppin
B-O double P-E-R's keep on
Boppin I ain't stoppin
We ain't, having none of that bullshit
Represent till I die Hiram-Clarke
Mo City my hood bitch get out of dodge
Cause we ain't no play thang see me and
(Lil Head nigga) keeping it gangsta
All day mayn
In my life I keep it gangsta, all day
In my life
I could peep a wanksta a mile away
In my life, I trust me and nobody else
That's why I walk around with a nine
Tucked in my belt
Don't let the small size fool you
Try to play me for weak
Cause, I pull this four pound bar
And blaze at your beat
You got niggas I got niggas
But my niggas the best
See my niggas all my niggas
Is guerillas with techs
Lil Head the 4'3 Giant, respect my name
In order to live a longer life
You gotta respect the game now listen mayn
I'm trying to tell you some'
For your own good see I'm the type of nigga
Have you bailing out your own hood
I'm a General a Sergeant
No need to start this
Rumble in the field with a lion
Cause I'm raw bitch
I'm raw regardless, whether it's four to one
Cause the pop from the Glock
I know it's gonna go through one
I'm not your kin folk
So I suggest you get out of dodge
1-25 road raging, ready to get out and squab
Too many problems in my life
I just can't handle the stress
Niggas be trying to kill me
Damn near dismantling my vest
But, I can take it, cause I dish it out
You got your gun
I got my gun and I'm busting
Before you get a chance to whoop it out
A soldier
Folding up a motherfucker what he need for me
Either with a gun or with a fist
Anyway it go I'm still gon fold him
What you thought I was, a fraud a hoe a punk
Don't make me make you say oh Lord
Shut the fuck up i handle my bidness
And then I move around in the night
So much codeine
It feel like I got a pound of the Sprite
So keep my temper calm, collective and cool
Cause, I might ignite and go off
And leave nothing but your shoes
To keep my temper calm, collective and cool
Cause, I might ignite and go off
And leave nothing but your shoes