And you won't see me in the city unless you copping dope or something
Lil Stunt don't never go outside if bro 'nem there I still ain't coming
Nigga switched on me for nothing got hit with that button
I charge a white boy 45 cause he don't know the numbers
You gotta keep your house clean like you expecting guests
You gotta keep your heart clean like you expecting death
Moving stealth, If i ain't feeling right he getting left
I'll probably cross me If I had to, I can't trust myself
Walked up in this bitch nigga ain't even introduce myself
I'm tryna kill the best rapper might f*ck around and shoot myself
He crashed out reaching for my neck somebody get this man some help
Nigga tried to take a chance that boy can barely take a breath
I ain't wanna take it there, say it's up let's take a step
This shit get deep you f*ck with me these niggas 'talmbout vest
The f*ck you think a shark gone do when he see Michael Phelps nigga?
Give these bitch niggas the blues
I was trapping before rapping serving bitch niggas at school
Lot of bitch niggas got rich so they made bitch niggas look cool
All these rappers known for snitching and y'all still playing they music
Kill 'em all, don't show 'em no mercy
I buy dope I don't buy purses
Extended clip my perc 30
Ran me up a ticket f*cking bitches, freak hoe keep splurging
Mama told me "you know you that nigga boy, just keep working"
Aye bury me in Italy, bury me in Louis V
Bury me in benjamin's, naw bury me in cuban links
And even when i'm dead just know you bitch niggas couldn't f*ck with me
F*ck I look like tripping 'bout a bitch that don't mean 'nun to me?
Bitch just tried to f*ck my bro 'cause I won't let her f*ck with me
And I already hit that ho cause bro wasn't tryna f*ck her neither
Ima keep it P ain't no exposure cover up the cleavage
Stupid bitch you think you lit you just a pretty peon
Running circles 'round these hoes like I'm Shedeur and Deion
This nigga claim he selling bows he re-up with a 3.5
You a pussy ass rapper, change your name to feline
Run up on me all you hear is onomatopoeias
Lil $tunna - Bury Me in Italy Lyrics
Lil $tunna - Bury Me in Italy Lyrics
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And you won't see me in the city unless you copping dope or something
Lil Stunt don't never go outside if bro 'nem there I still ain't coming
Nigga switched on me for nothing got hit with that button
I charge a white boy 45 cause he don't know the numbers
You gotta keep your house clean like you expecting guests
You gotta keep your heart clean like you expecting death
Moving stealth, If i ain't feeling right he getting left
I'll probably cross me If I had to, I can't trust myself
Walked up in this bitch nigga ain't even introduce myself
I'm tryna kill the best rapper might f*ck around and shoot myself
He crashed out reaching for my neck somebody get this man some help
Nigga tried to take a chance that boy can barely take a breath
I ain't wanna take it there, say it's up let's take a step
This shit get deep you f*ck with me these niggas 'talmbout vest
The f*ck you think a shark gone do when he see Michael Phelps nigga?
Give these bitch niggas the blues
I was trapping before rapping serving bitch niggas at school
Lot of bitch niggas got rich so they made bitch niggas look cool
All these rappers known for snitching and y'all still playing they music
Kill 'em all, don't show 'em no mercy
I buy dope I don't buy purses
Extended clip my perc 30
Ran me up a ticket f*cking bitches, freak hoe keep splurging
Mama told me "you know you that nigga boy, just keep working"
Aye bury me in Italy, bury me in Louis V
Bury me in benjamin's, naw bury me in cuban links
And even when i'm dead just know you bitch niggas couldn't f*ck with me
F*ck I look like tripping 'bout a bitch that don't mean 'nun to me?
Bitch just tried to f*ck my bro 'cause I won't let her f*ck with me
And I already hit that ho cause bro wasn't tryna f*ck her neither
Ima keep it P ain't no exposure cover up the cleavage
Stupid bitch you think you lit you just a pretty peon
Running circles 'round these hoes like I'm Shedeur and Deion
This nigga claim he selling bows he re-up with a 3.5
You a pussy ass rapper, change your name to feline
Run up on me all you hear is onomatopoeias
Lil Stunt don't never go outside if bro 'nem there I still ain't coming
Nigga switched on me for nothing got hit with that button
I charge a white boy 45 cause he don't know the numbers
You gotta keep your house clean like you expecting guests
You gotta keep your heart clean like you expecting death
Moving stealth, If i ain't feeling right he getting left
I'll probably cross me If I had to, I can't trust myself
Walked up in this bitch nigga ain't even introduce myself
I'm tryna kill the best rapper might f*ck around and shoot myself
He crashed out reaching for my neck somebody get this man some help
Nigga tried to take a chance that boy can barely take a breath
I ain't wanna take it there, say it's up let's take a step
This shit get deep you f*ck with me these niggas 'talmbout vest
The f*ck you think a shark gone do when he see Michael Phelps nigga?
Give these bitch niggas the blues
I was trapping before rapping serving bitch niggas at school
Lot of bitch niggas got rich so they made bitch niggas look cool
All these rappers known for snitching and y'all still playing they music
Kill 'em all, don't show 'em no mercy
I buy dope I don't buy purses
Extended clip my perc 30
Ran me up a ticket f*cking bitches, freak hoe keep splurging
Mama told me "you know you that nigga boy, just keep working"
Aye bury me in Italy, bury me in Louis V
Bury me in benjamin's, naw bury me in cuban links
And even when i'm dead just know you bitch niggas couldn't f*ck with me
F*ck I look like tripping 'bout a bitch that don't mean 'nun to me?
Bitch just tried to f*ck my bro 'cause I won't let her f*ck with me
And I already hit that ho cause bro wasn't tryna f*ck her neither
Ima keep it P ain't no exposure cover up the cleavage
Stupid bitch you think you lit you just a pretty peon
Running circles 'round these hoes like I'm Shedeur and Deion
This nigga claim he selling bows he re-up with a 3.5
You a pussy ass rapper, change your name to feline
Run up on me all you hear is onomatopoeias
Writer: Joshua Calico
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