Cyber Bullies (feat. Drakeo the Ruler, All Black & Bino Rideaux) - Duse Beatz

Mud spillin' in the Dawn This a chop, this a stick, bro, which one you want? Finna do a nigga sleazy, we tore down Neimans Niggas wanna be me, all these bitches meat-eaters Hit her with the meat cleaver, this a streetsweeper Somebody needs to call the Airbnb people I hit her with the meat cleaver, this a streetsweeper Somebody needs to call the Airbnb people (Ron-Ron do that shit) Ten bricks in the car, ten bricks in the house Ten sticks in the car, ten whips in thе yard Ten niggas finna tell, ten niggas scarеd of jail I just bought ten shooters, finna pay they bail Ten bricks in the car, ten bricks in the house Ten sticks in the car, ten whips in the yard Ten niggas finna tell, ten niggas scared of jail I just bought ten shooters, can you pay they bail? On the dance floor, you know I got strong moves Ain't finna go back and forth with these old niggas If it don't fit a drum, I cannot use it Don't give a fuck about parole, I am not stupid Spin a block, finna give a nigga rock music What's the hate for? Niggas wearin' fake clothes Roll bounce, make it glitter, make it rainbow This a case closed, niggas better not say nothin' Ten bricks in the car, ten bricks in the house Ten sticks in the car, ten whips in the yard Ten niggas finna tell, ten niggas scared of jail I just bought ten shooters, finna pay they bail Ten bricks in the car, ten bricks in the house Ten sticks in the car, ten whips in the yard Ten niggas finna tell, ten niggas scared of jail I just bought ten shooters, can you pay they bail? Back up on my old shit, Mr. Mosely Pourin' eights of codeine, niggas better know this I grab genie from the block, we finna slow dance This nina kiss a nigga when it's time to romance Bet a million niggas gon' repeat this song after Shots fired, nigga couldn't find his phone after I don't own my masters, don't be target practice I bought F&Ns for everybody, all the rappers Ten bricks in the car, ten bricks in the house Ten sticks in the car, ten whips in the yard Ten niggas finna tell, ten niggas scared of jail I just bought ten shooters, finna pay they bail Ten bricks in the car, ten bricks in the house Ten sticks in the car, ten whips in the yard Ten niggas finna tell, ten niggas scared of jail I just bought ten shooters, can you pay they bail? They know what the truth is, niggas know what's goin' on, nigga Ten bricks in the car, ten sticks in the car, ten whips in the yard Niggas know what the truth is I just bought ten shooters, can you pay they bail? Stop playin' with me Ten whips in the yard Ten sticks in the car

Three, two shots got a bitch feelin' risky Saweetie, how it feel doing numbers? I put rims on a hot pink Honda Lip gloss on, it's a pretty bitch summer Take it how you wanna, I put it on my mama I heard around town, I'm the baddest ever Bitches love sayin' how they fave did it better Hatin' hoes link up, they be mad together I could do the splits with the hundreds spreadin' better Knew the head was special, he giving brain like a geek Dior cologne, that shit'll bring out the freak Fuck a fake nigga and a pick-me bitch Mouth slick, lunatic, leave a dirty dick sick, huh I'm Mrs. Untouchable, I'm like a Lunchable Play like it's all fun and games 'til I'm done with you Someone approachable, I'm unregrettable Bitches is all talk, this ain't no interview Ooh, all that drama and that gossip, he can miss me Ooh, how the hell a broke nigga try to fix me? Pretty bitch summer, got the whole gang mixy Three, two shots got a bitch feelin' risky A hundred down the 110 get her sideways I told the bitch, "It's my way or the highway" Double-parked in driveways, on the five K's That Instagram shit was cute, we'll tape his block later Laugh now cry later, there goes another clout chaser I seen that lil' shit you was uppin', it wasn't 'bout Nathan If you don't wanna war with the don, then bye baby If we talkin' 'bout my wrist and my neck, the price was outrageous Bling Blaow at night, I could stare at Mei Ling callin' You know these hoes go back and forth, bro let's ping pong her Tree hogger, should've stayed up on her knees longer It's the sleepwalker, heard she got the feet caller, ugh This fit is outrageous, don't ask what it cost nigga Two .9s in the car, heard about us, we mosh people When the ice hit the light, even made Ray Charles see me Nigga ain't no keepin' up, what is y'all thinkin'? Workin' overtime, yeah, I barely see my sheets, huh I'm finer than your bitch, and I ain't getting beauty sleep Gotta hit it with it, if you tryna get to me 'Cause my schedule fillin' up, I'm booking summer to the spring Ain't nobody goin' harder, heard 'bout you and so-and-so But it's a difference between a puppet and who run the show I walked in Magic City bustin' bands, lettin' hunnids go All this ice drippin' on my body like a runny nose Ask me what my life like now Cosmo and Vogue covers, up the price right now Princess, snap my fingers, get that right, right now Fat ass, 4.0, making me proud My jewelry outrageous, don't ask me what it cost me Two dimes in the backseat sippin' on dark liquor Ice hit the light, even make Ray Charles see me Bitch, ain't no keepin' up, what is y'all thinkin'? Ooh, all that drama and that gossip, he can miss me Ooh, how the hell a broke nigga try to fix me? Pretty bitch summer, got the whole gang mixy Three, two shots got a bitch feelin' risky Ooh, all that drama and that gossip, he can miss me Ooh, how the hell a broke nigga try to fix me? Pretty bitch summer, got the whole gang mixy Three, two shots got a bitch feelin' risky Pretty Bitch Music