SERIOUS SHIT

Lyrics

[Chorus: Roscoe & DJ Sound] Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air Serious shit, no playin', ho Serious shit, no playin', ho Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air Serious shit, no playin', ho Serious shit, no playin', ho Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air Serious shit, no playin', ho Serious shit, no playin', ho Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air Serious shit, no playin', ho Serious shit, no playin', ho [Verse 1] I'ma slit my wrists, no tourniquet I'm murderous, my crib got more burners than furnishings Got a lot of haters, not concerned with it The Earth revolve around earnin' currency, Copernicus I'll leave you scared stupider than Ernest is Pluckin' more chickens than the Churches is Always lookin' fly, boy, I'm merciless with purchases Police ain't nothin', you can bet I beat the verdict, bitch 'Cause I'm more connected than the alphabet in cursive is Wallet like Webster, killer like Dexter Your bitch lookin' at me? Well, I guess I'm gonna sex her Ugly stay rougher than the texture If you players want that phonk, I'm that fly shit expert [Chorus: Roscoe & DJ Sound] Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air Serious shit, no playin', ho Serious shit, no playin', ho Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air Serious shit, no playin', ho Serious shit, no playin', ho Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air Serious shit, no playin', ho Serious shit, no playin', ho Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air Serious shit, no playin', ho Serious shit, no playin', ho [Verse 2] Playboy, I'ma stay grindin' 'til my pockets straight Halliburton And I'ma grind dirty, you never met a fouler person The list of shit I'm worse than is long as scripture verses About to hit this purp, and rummage through your mother's purses You cats is yellow with it, stone-ground mustard Ugly Mane is stone ground-up and reconstructed Glocks, I'ma bust 'em, pussy, I'ma crush it Plus, I stay luxurious, you bitches are disgustin' Gettin' money fast, that's my modus operandi I've been ice cold since the night I saw my man die Bullets knock you on your ass, you'd swore it was a landslide Ugly ain't a boss? Hell nah, that's a damn lie [Chorus: Roscoe & DJ Sound] Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air Serious shit, no playin', ho Serious shit, no playin', ho Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air Serious shit, no playin', ho Serious shit, no playin', ho Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air Serious shit, no playin', ho Serious shit, no playin', ho Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air Serious shit, no playin', ho Serious shit, no playin', ho [Outro] Yeah, motherfucker, goin' after all the true players Fuck these beefin' ass, old bustin' ass, slow ass bitches You heard me Motherfuckin' true gangsta-shit We're the motherfuckin' thug playboys, you feel me? Real-life money gettin' Uno, tres, through our way, motherfucker, blast Talk all that shit, motherfucker Ain't got nothin' to motherfuckin' say when these bullets flyin' at your motherfuckin' bitch ass head, you feel me? Lil Ugly Mane, serious shit 21W, you heard me comin' out from the other side, bitch