Posture

Uh, bullet gon' change his posture (I don't need to be saved) Uh, Mani got dreads like a rasta Aye, bullet got change his, yeah Aye, bullet gon' change his posture Bullet gon' change his posture We finna' cook him up just like it's pasta Mani got dreads like a rasta Talking bout' money, then I got a lot of it I'm in the trap and I'm serving like all of it Yeah, the bullet finna hit his head Walk in this hoe, and I'm looking sped I feel like Carti that's whole lotta red Bullet gon' change his posture We finna' cook him up just like it's pasta Mani got dreads like a rasta Talking bout' money, then I got a lot of it I'm in the trap and I'm serving like all of it Yeah, the bullet finna hit his head Walk in this hoe, and I'm looking sped I feel like Carti that's whole lotta red Uh, yeah I got that bullet it finna hit him in his leg Uh, aye, stop talking on the gang you gon' be dead Uh, I told my bro to chill, he keep on taking meds All of my bruddas go up, countin' bread I don't want drama, I stay to myself Aye, yeah, run up on me you gon' need some help Yeah, C-call up my brudda he stay in the field Talking on gang now you killed Bullet gon' change his posture We finna' cook him up just like it's pasta Mani got dreads like a rasta Talking bout' money, then I got a lot of it I'm in the trap and I'm serving like all of it Yeah, the bullet finna hit his head Walk in this hoe, and I'm looking sped I feel like Carti that's whole lotta red Bullet gon' change his posture We finna' cook him up just like it's pasta Mani got dreads like a rasta Talking bout' money, then I got a lot of it I'm in the trap and I'm serving like all of it Yeah, the bullet finna hit his head Walk in this hoe, and I'm looking sped I feel like Carti that's whole lotta red Uh, all of my bro's got a whole lotta packs Uh, yeah, that hoe a thot, I don't want that Uh, yeah, I'm in a LA, and I chill with the slat Yeah, brodie on pills he taking them flats Hitting my brother, we finna spin back Run up on me then we cracking yo head Call up my brother, he leaving you dead Yeah, I said what I said Nigga run up he get put in the bed Tryna rup up, you dead, yeah don't try to flex Bullet gon' change his posture We finna' cook him up just like it's pasta Mani got dreads like a rasta Talking bout' money, then I got a lot of it I'm in the trap and I'm serving like all of it Yeah, the bullet finna hit his head Walk in this hoe, and I'm looking sped I feel like Carti that's whole lotta red