95 Bulls Lyrics – Polo G, King Von

Read the full 95 Bulls lyrics by Polo G and King Von along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Polo G’s music, you can also explore Madden and Rent Due, two other songs by Polo G.

[Intro: Polo G]
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, yeah

[Chorus: Polo G]
I miss my n!gga, went white when he die
They gotta feel it just like we cried
On block, on a mission, at night we slide
Them n!ggas b!tches while we hide
We like the Bulls in ’95
Hate how I’m feeling, I’m chasing highs
If I ain’t off liquor, I might be fried

One day, I might be fin
otta use your head in this life to survive
My intuition was right each time
This street s*it get exhausting
Probably the reason that it look like we tired
Too many tears and coffins
When that switch hit him, he comе fight, but he tried
Bettеr news, it was off
Better do some s*it now
Say I’m good and I might be lying

[Verse 1: Polo G]
When our mamas was raising us
They ain’t think we would grow up tryna be no damn killers
Bad-ass lil’ boy, ain’t never listen
And beatings just made his head bigger
Where I’m from, it’s kill or be killed
When you drop out of school, still keep your lead with you
It’s my fault when we lose, that’s the price of being a breadwinner
I could talk on my s*it when I mention the opps, but I know locals speak on dead n!ggas
Four members and four pistols in this car
We gon’ hop out and squeeze on every trigger
She a freak when I be in the bed with her
Now I understand why he so damn tethered
I can’t fu*k with a n!gga that always act like a b!tch

He must be a transgender
If you really clock s*it, we apply that
Top of his head, we don’t aim where his arm at
Get out the ‘ville, you ain’t ready for contact
Finish him, get over him, Mortal Combat
Why the opps keep dropping this weak-ass disses?
Guess they expect me to respond back
Everything be harder for us in the trenches
Against us, all the odds stack

[Verse 2: King Von]
Put the gun down (Stop)
You will get gunned down (Boom)
Need a blunt to calm down
Pop me a pill up in the house of fun now
Mama told me I need to slow the fu*k down (Fu*k down)
Next week, I was on the run now (Damn, damn)
12 pulled up, ran up right in her house (Skrrt)
Her step pops said, “Boy, just get out” (Get out)
N!ggas outside ain’t never sit down (Nah)
You the type gotta pay to get down
Only had beef with like one to two clowns
S*it change, now I got a list now
Check the list out, check the s*it out (Oh)
He in love, I’ll check this b!tch out
Killers fu*k with killers, I get discounts
(??) the n!gga, then I flew his b!tch out
Boy, I won’t know you (Boy, I won’t know you)
On the block, it was hot outside
Meet (??) (Meet (??))
So you know we got the Glocks outside
Tell him pull up and shoot, uh
Better pull up with a few, uh
Or get stuck like glue, uh
O Block be the zoo, shoot

[Chorus: Polo G]
Yeah, I miss my n!gga, went white when he die
They gotta feel it just like we cried
On block, on a mission, at night we slide
Them n!ggas b!tches while we hide
We like the Bulls in ’95
Hate how I’m feeling, I’m chasing highs
If I ain’t off liquor, I might be fried
One day, I might be fin
otta use your head in this life to survive
My intuition was right each time
This street s*it get exhausting
Probably the reason that it look like we tired
Too many tears and coffins
When that switch hit him, he come fight, but he tried
Better news, it was off
Better do some s*it now
Say I’m good and I might be lying