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Artiste : YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Titre : Whitey Bulgar
I need to talk to Mike Laury
Hello (Thieves), this is Mike Laury (Thieves)
Dubba-AA flexing
I´m on these
Alright, I´m ready, I´m ready

Woo (Oh), I say murder (Oh, oh)
I say, I say they, yeah
They ain´t ever fucked with me, yeah
Them bitch-ass niggas was playin´ games from the jump
Just like these dog-ass hoes
Yeah, you already know how it go (This Is The Sound)

I´m wearing these new Diesels fitted (New Diesels)
My murder clothes (They my murder clothes)
Don´t switch sides to ´em, both my middle fingers, bitch, I ain´t hoe
Top tell y´all go step on shit (Step on shit)
Told her, "Case closed"
I say, "Put that belt on me, I cross five souls"

Jump one from my nine like I´m Whitey Bulger, yeah
Play ´round with that, man, we don´t ask or talk much
Don´t discriminate, kick that front door, I say, "Off ´em" (Said I give ´em knowledge)
I told my baba that they cannot fault him

Yeah, Channel Nine, this a murder for real
Swang that Draco and somebody get killed
Grave digger, yeah, they know what it is
They gon´ send me to that island, for real
Real nigga, he won´t stop if they hate
Real hitta, shoot that stick at your face
Pall bearer, I been raisin´ the rate
Red eye, it won´t be a fair chase
Gon´ die for the ride, even though that a life be a risk

In that front, ain´t no stoppin´, I up and I´m poppin´
A nigga might die in this bitch, might die
I know ten, ten, shh, fuck how wild it get
Brand new .223, it hold a whole hunnid
I sit here and put outside of that bitch
They ain´t playin´ chase, they be hidin´ from hits
Tell the meek, "You gon´ die, my friend"
Like I´m broke, start up slidin´ up in it
After doin´ the drill, change the firin´ pan
PTR with no hollows in it (I´ma bring the hurt style)
You a grave digger, you gon´ kill ´em after, we gon´ bury ´em dead
Society wanna join, he a straight killer, man

I´m wearing these new Diesels fitted (New Diesels)

My murder clothes (They my murder clothes)
Don´t switch sides to ´em, both my middle fingers, bitch, I ain´t hoe
Top tell y´all go step on shit (Step on shit)
Told her, "Case closed"
I say, "Put that belt on me, I cross five souls"

Jump one from my nine like I´m Whitey Bulger, yeah
Play ´round with that, man, we don´t ask or talk much
Don´t discriminate, kick that front door, I say, "Off ´em" (Said I give ´em knowledge)
I told my baba that they cannot fault him

Feelin´ a´ight, they ain´t fuckin´ with me
Mad mane leavin´ blood in the streets
Dawg, mane, came only for green

Put it up, we gon´ pray ´fore we feast
At the club, searchin´ ´round for one chain
Uppin´ one click, more than one in my B
We ain´t hit a party, we just scopin´ the scene
Talkin´ soon as it end, we gon´ die when they leave
About playin´ with me
I got my five, fuck H.P.D.
I´m in that eye, I´ma shake the scene
I´m in that Nawf, ride where you not
Where you think there ain´t nothin´, where you prolly sleep
Runnin´ circles around everything, plan on catchin´ me
Still got no time for anomalies
Steady pickin´ out shit, who was sayin´ they gon´ step on me?
After the fact, they can´t even breathe

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Jump one from my nine like I´m Whitey Bulger, yeah
Play ´round with that, man, we don´t ask or talk much
Don´t discriminate, kick that front door, I say, "Off ´em" (Said I give ´em knowledge)
I told my baba that they cannot fault him

Oh, oh, oh, oh (This is the sound)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh
Jump one from my nine like I´m Whitey Bulger, yeah
Play ´round with that, man, we don´t ask or talk much

Yeah, I say, "Off ´em"