Kevin Gates - Bullsh** lyrics

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Kevin Gates - Bullsh** lyrics

[Verse 1: Vee Tha Rula] Wake up every morning for the bank role Ye ain't got it then I can't go All about my cheese, my n***a can't so Chillins get this money, n***a pay so Swear I just talk to Cam , sure let's get it pop it n***a hit me up and told me somebody done shot him Got the club goin' up cuz we started from the bottom R.I.P. my n***a can somebody pop a bottle Now the Rozay poppin' I'mma pour it on the model Let's have a pool party, get the b**hes in the [?] Lil n***a with a forty since a youngin' been a problem Ain't have no roll model so who you think done taught him In the streets we racin', racin' And n***a be patient, patient And these others n***a hatin', hatin' Cuz the paper I'm chasin', chasin' n***a woooaaah [Hook: Vee Tha Rula] Life too short for the bullsh**, for the bullsh** n***a x 4 Life too short for a bullsh** Life too short x 4 Life too short for the bullsh** For the bullsh** n***a [Verse 2: Vee Tha Rula] Sweatin' for the money like I can't stop In some slippers and a tank top n***a I was hurtin' for it hopin' that the pay start Thirsty for the world, I feel the rain drop [?] Like how the f** I'm supposed to balance Nobody said this easy man you know this sh**'s a challenge And you chopping at the shots and n***a try to build a palace Smokin' on Jamaican n***a til my eyes is callused Yeah I'm smokin' on jamaican, 'maican Dressed like, like a Haitian, Haitian Chasin' paper like a mason, mason Livin' life that's amazin', amazin' n***a woooaaah And n***a ride dolo Man I swear the popo tryna' take a n***a photo And these n***as won't beaf Yeah these n***a's cowboy n***a Tony Romo [Hook: Vee Tha Rula] [Verse 3: Kevin Gates:] (I don't get tired) Dirty glove murders for a [?] With a burner for curneis, for who ever hold the feelings If she want it more Money to the ceilin' illegitimately dealin' Made a k**in' with the k**ers Paper peelin' like the clerk of courts Prison yards I'm a dog where you never walked They go to yard, never talk , later take the sk**s Homicide reinforced, we don't know remorse [?] Worst place to get caught slippin' is the car 50 round extensions stick em', hit em' with the darts Headlights on the charger, there go the narcs Superman in disguise, just another cop Spittin' up a lot a blood when you go to cough Crime scene, yellow tape, man, there go the chalk Lime green, [?] bumpin' Biggie Smalls I'm a ball till' I fall