Bleacher Report Songtext
von Willie the Kid

V Don
Peace to my nigga Butter
TCP
My nigga Polo
All my Uptown niggas
Serious


Black and white like the rifle man
I ain′t one for grey areas, firearms various
Bitches all flavours, laugh with my neighbours
Glad you finally made it, I been touching paper
Way before the shift, I shift gears, Obama left
I'm Trump tight, move the commas to the left
Let′s talk about commerce, live shows, sold the merch
I'm in the hood eating fried perch, the Benz purchased
Fuck a note, my niggas sold dope
Sacrifice for the purpose, it's nothing like it
To my delight, this shit working, money right
Articulate like brother polite, it went perfect
I pulled it off, pulled a sawed-off and pulled off slow
Black label, purple label, everything low
My low end theory, negotiate with jewellers
25 Carats chain looking foolish

Yeah, I got drink for the bitches
Bullets for you niggas, love for my niggas
Drugs for the bitches, slugs for you niggas
Love for my niggas, pop bub with my niggas
Yeah, I got drink for the bitches
Bullets for you niggas, love for my niggas
Drugs for the bitches, slugs for you niggas
Love for my niggas, pop bub with my niggas


Sip the Henny like it′s Evian
Sincere, I′m like Nasir to Evian
Crib like Tommy Buns, I run it up
Coming up off a good run, my numbers up
Ralph jogger suit, seven hundred bucks
Do remember, nobody remembers runner-ups
Uppity nigga, fancy liquor up in the suite
Up in your bitch, diamonds dance right on my feet
Charge for the feature, couple bands, quarter lift me
Bitch I don't need ya, understand, couple of freaks
Nigga don′t speak, on the stand, fuck the police
Catch an amnesia, black card Visa
I'm balling, highlights, the bleacher report
Bleach white off-white, the sneakers I bought
I brought money for the incidentals
Hopping off of flights, in and out of rentals

Yeah, I got drink for the bitches
Bullets for you niggas, love for my niggas
Drugs for the bitches, slugs for you niggas
Love for my niggas, pop bub with my niggas
Yeah, I got drink for the bitches
Bullets for you niggas, love for my niggas
Drugs for the bitches, slugs for you niggas
Love for my niggas, pop bub with my niggas

You′re not thinking. You're dreaming. It′s only natural. After
All these years of living good, a fight now and then, the
Dough rolling in and the dough rolling out. You begin to dream
This can go on forever. Besides, you don't like fighting anymore
You like living too much. So why not live the easy life?