Bleeding Like An Ulcer

By Yavid

On Paper Fortune Teller

Released on October 30, 2019

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I'm on the highway call up the Kat and tellem this beat is slappin

Tell the police I ain't packin tellem I'm rappin

Ima try and hit this one straight thru one time one take yup yup yup yup

I'm shootin like ol dog I'm boofin like oh lawd

Got a couple 150s couple hoes they in love with me

City shakes when my bass knocks and it'll wake up the dead

Old beef they be comin for me and they gon want revenge

Shout out to my hitta he behind me if you if you touch me he gon have to lose it

Boi I dare you to do it

Chris angel with the magic bag move a finger disappearing act

Hot head one in the head hrrrat hrrrrat boi hold that and

I'm shootin like ol dog I'm boofin like oh lawd

Got a couple 150s couple hoes they in love with me but

But I'm a mac like 90 80s baby but the 90s made me and it

Made me grimey and I'm gods child but why’d he go and let satan find me

Shake and bake w the sudafed dog food cut w pain meds

Cocaine cut w the Fenty no RI RI you OD your dead

Tell my auntie and them hold they head I wish it was me that went

You see my blue eyes in the mirror on your ride means you heaven sent

Call up the Kat and tellem this beat is slappin

Tell the police I ain't packin tellem I'm rappin

Tellem anything you gotta tellem just don’t tellem what happened

You ain't really about that action yup yup yup

They typin up they blog I'm more like a devil dog

See you follow your god and ill be the sheep dog

When they do they sweep dog I don't get no sleep dog

See I ain't no peep dog I peep through the ACOG

In a dozen different states and cities got a whole lotta tip toeing mistys

Gangsters they fuckin w me your bitch stay fuckin w me

5 shots in the bulldog and it chew right through your vest

Come downtown that .44 knock three down like jerry west and

That dude ain't fuckin w me cuz his go she suck and sip me

Activis in her ass she kiss on another bitch in the whippy with me

And I might have friendly w me and I mite have blacky with me

And they less friendly than I am and my hand stay on the blicky

I never ever ever thought that rappin was a real possibility

I thought that wrappin cats in plastic wrap was it for me

If the earth is our playground and death is our gift

Then where we go in the after life just might be our punishment