[Intro: Bloody!]
(Yo, it's Ocho Cinco, man, you know this shit finna be hard, nigga, you know that gang)
Yeah, I'ma pull up, fleet of loss
I'ma pull up, fleet of loss
I'ma pull up, fleet of loss
[Verse 1: Bloody!]
I'ma pull up, fleet of lot
With a Glock and do my Diddy Bop
Yeah, they see me, she like, damn
Ass pocking out them jeans, I'm like, damn
I need guap, green, eggs and ham
Post on us and they'll go blam
And she thrown that and I'm like, oh damn
Said she sketchy, she taking off her clothes and I'm like, go ham
Fool these niggas, escape and leave they haters like the winner
And that evil in my blood so you know that I'm a sinner
Damn, my dick in her mouth like a sinner
And yo' bitch got ran threw pussy, she Kris Jenner
You a man, but you a bitch, I'm starting to think you Bruce
If a nigga talk hot, then I knock his tooth losе
And I'm tripping off the drank and I sip it like it's goose
I'ma rappеr from NY, like I'm Papoose
Knock the top off your top, raise the roof
I fuck up my mic', nigga, I don't need a booth
My cus' love Henny, he sip like it juice
And you cannot get a penny, who the fuck is you?
Bloody, I need money, you a bitch, need too
Hoes on my dick, but they just for the crew
Guap in my pocket and it sticks like some glue
See my auntie burnin' rocks, same color igloo
If snitching to the cops, that make you a pick too
[Verse 2: xaviersobased]
She say I'ma tool and I tote the tool
Nigga, you'se a fool, all my niggas with it too
And I'm bigger than these boys, all they boys is my peculiar
And I'm with Bloody at you're city
Got these bitches on my dick, bro
These niggas on my dick, bro
So I'ma let the thing blow
If I don't know more, play that nigga like a Banjo
Everywhere, now a couple a bitches in the fucking bando
Bro, I go every fucking where that you can't go
Never stop shooting, .30 rounds, a lot of ammo
If you talking hot, then choppa bullets, they go blamo
They go blamo
And I'm on my health wave, sippin' the apple
Niggas, crazy with a beam, leave them red just like a apple
And I treat the chap' just like a Chapel
These niggas talk a lot, these niggas love to bamble
Run up on me wrong and boy, you gettin' tackled
Yeah, these niggas snakes and boy, they love rattled
Uh, yeah, I'm with cranes all the way out in Seattle
Choppa bullets snap and they crackle
Run up on them boys and them boys skidaddle
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