Boldy James - Reform School lyrics
rate meI'm a lunatic, I got five on it once the doobie lit
We was locking my room door stuffing the Boosie clips
Running with hooligans I put in my work
Wipe the slugs and guns off with the tip of my shirt
Two .23's when we ride on our enemies
And hit ‘em up if they don't hit me up first
And my army fatigued, it's still gunpowder on the sleeve
Niggas get shot every day B pull down your skirt
Before I lift it up, show the whole world you pussy
And how you niggas been some bitches since birth
‘Cause we them Sig Sauer boys hitting ‘em where it hurts
Twisting nigga cap back and pop a nigga
With a squig and a squirt
He dug his own grave, I'm just revealing the dirt
Got some bullets to chase a nigga to the end of the earth
Until we meet again, I think with death I’mma flirt
Give her that old evil grin and my devilish smirk
Fuck y’all niggas, what y’all wanna do
Bumping my new shit, mobbing with the crew
Stuck to the blueprint and ride with the tool
Let me know if it's a problem ‘cause the solving we could do
Dead bullies and red bullets all in his stomach
A couple bitches with who relations ended abruptly
Grab the mickey and the coaster and sit it
Now I been sober a minute
Hoe tell your soul just forget it
Spit it as cold as the frigid
Dare me to host it and shit
Just carry the flow to the clinic
Carry the coast on my shoulders
Various hoes in the whip
And they blowing smoke at the chauffeur
Carry the dope in they britches
Bury a foe in the ocean
I can't help it, it's Tan Cressida
Gram sellers paying Temple records
And bodies stuffed in the damn cellar
Far from the front and my niggas was in the back
Yelling ‘cause we came from nothing
Like everything that you can't tell us
Speak soft soccer fan shut you camera off
Ran can Camelot canon cocked liquor shot, bop bop
Looking slosh bottom of the belly
Bars locked hard hitting like they squabbling with the celly
Fuck y’all niggas, what y’all wanna do
Bumping my new shit, mobbing with the crew
Stuck to the blueprint and ride with the tool
Let me know if it's a problem ‘cause the solving we could do
Smoking on the green, exhaling dragon breath up out my nasal
All the steak rolls married with the basil
It’s too rare, get it off my table
The way I pimp, should’ve stuck with the shrimp
Dick stuck to her lips, the money stuck to my thumbs
I’m spitting rounds like a drum, bitch said her man was a bum
And he think he got that bag, get her high and dog her ass
She telling me ’bout homie’s stash, I’m listening up and roll my grass
Before the blunt was even ashed, I hit my homie on the jag like
Just got the word on what the lick bring
Essex Country and he’s sittin’ on ’bout 6 Ps
Is you ’bout it? He say “for sure” and we bust a move
Riding with my Top Gun like Tom fucking Cruise
No license behind the wheel, blowing red signs
I’ll push that red line before fed time
Get to flippin’, write a verse or two
No, these niggas never heard of you
Denzel in Training Day, motherfucker, I’m getting surgical
Fuck y’all niggas, what y’all wanna do
Bumping my new shit, mobbing with the crew
Stuck to the blueprint and ride with the tool
Let me know if it’s a problem ’cause the solving we can do
