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Boldy James - Split The Bill Lyrics

[Intro: Boldy James]
It's Action Jackson, pussy nigga, you ain't 'bout nothin
227, we the Mafia, where we at?
I ain’t spin back or do shit when his mans got chipped

[Verse 1: Boldy James]
Dirt diver, quick to pull a stain on a bumbaclot
Hundred shot chopper fully bang for the juggernauts
Come and shop with us, we got whatever niggas looking for
Hundred eighty racks I made from scratch just like some cookie dough
I ain't really into all the gossip, niggas chatty patties
While I'm in the spig gift wrappin' up them Krabby Patties
Patent leather Off-Whites with the ember red arrow
Off white bricks, all my licks look like Will Ferrell
Soul snatchin' dirty pole with thе laser
It's Bo Jackson, I ain't talkin' 34 for the Raiders
Postеd on the barrio, serving blow in the scrape
I scrape the bowl and beat the pot, turn a four to a eight
Welcome to the murder show, from third coast to Granada
The front row full of bitches, the third row full of haters
Double mags on them switches, when we purge, it get fatal
I put the mask on them niggas like we serving potatoes

[Chorus: Boldy James]
I'm from Hellblock where niggas get shot just for lookin' at me
Mean muggin', ain't nobody smiling but they trigger happy
Gotta keep at least twelve rounds in your strigadil
Where if the opps don't down you, your own niggas will
All of that funk shit is punk shit, don't make me spin the drill
Load up my drumstick and show you how I really feel
Hands on with it, frontlinin', really in the field
Bro got a dime, I got a dime, now we can split the bill
[Verse 2: Boldy James]
Honey badger, ladder on me pokin' while I'm stuck in traffic
Standing on my stance off the vert but I can dunk a basket
Allergic to metal, I keep bumpin' up with rashes
Blue steel on me, stuck to me, look like a fuckin' magnet
Reminiscing, made a play for five kilo
Cuddy chipping niggas, left him Flamin' Hot Cheetos
Habanero pepper boy, that's fuego
Stair steppin', turn the 504 into a Lego
Sliding trackies and them straights, no Laredos
Fair catch 'em, get 'em gone quick, hasta luego
He tried to tax me on the low, I had to rob him
That ice pack got me dozing while I'm noddin'
Waking up the dead, it ain't no playin' possum
Big Creature, different between a ghoul and a goblin
This 227 50 guap, we steady mobbin'
If we ain't gang, I can't shoot you no fade, it ain't no squad

[Chorus: Boldy James]
I'm from Hellblock where niggas get shot just for lookin' at me
Mean muggin', ain't nobody smiling but they trigger happy
Gotta keep at least twelve rounds in your strigadil
Where if the opps don't down you, your own niggas will
All of that funk shit is punk shit, don't make me spin the drill
Load up my drumstick and show you how I really feel
Hands on with it, frontlinin', really in the field
Bro got a dime, I got a dime, now we can split the bill
[Outro: Boldy James]
In these streets, yeah
Two-way, duecé, sieté
Big jefe, Boldy Blocks