Bull Fighter

I know you like to dance around Middle finger to the sky You never come down And you swear I'm the new heroin And you swear I'm the new heroin There is no sugar in my blood There is no bitch inside my step I'm as rude as they will come Please don't you fucking forget I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me Watch what you say to me now Pistol in face, homie, my niggas stay with me They got them thangs, homie I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me Watch what you say to me now Pistol in face, homie, my niggas stay with me They got them thangs, homie now I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me Watch what you say to me now Pistol in face, homie, my niggas stay with me They got them thangs, homie I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me Watch what you say to me now Pistol in face, homie, my niggas stay with me They got them thangs, homie now These horns don't get bloody for no reason This the season for open season on bitch niggas Ditch diggin', I promise I ain't no bitch nigga Squeeze quicker, my ligaments on twitch, hittin' Anyone that look at me foreign Four homies in four-doors Semi automatic weapons hanging out the Window of the bitch Funny we just kids blinded by the shit That make us feel like shit Loading hollow tips into a busted 45 Dare a nigga look me in my eyes I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me Watch what you say to me now Pistol in face, homie, my niggas stay with me They got them thangs, homie I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me Watch what you say to me now Pistol in face, homie, my niggas stay with me They got them thangs, homie now I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me Watch what you say to me now Pistol in face, homie, my niggas stay with me They got them thangs, homie I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me Watch what you say to me now Pistol in face, homie, my niggas stay with me They got them thangs, homie now G-r-r-r, that's trump-tight, nigga Yeah, wassup, nigga, ay, nigga You see the rims on it? You see the rims? You see the rims? Them fifteen, twenty-inch spokes, you feel me? Them— them the thangs, mane, you ain't even— Nigga, I got two, new for the car, look, right here Portable, haa, nah mean? Portable, you know, feel me? We got the basket In case a bitch wanna go shopping