[Intro]
I'm just a young man that be asked (Who?) I, why am I a Rasta man
N***a know what I'm talking 'bout (Mercy Beatz, n***a), Bleeda shit, you know
Many people see I (You ain't no real Rasta you know), many people ask, why am I a Rasta man
(I'm tryna find Rico who the fuck is Rico?) Certified you know, pure rock, you a saint, you heard me?
You know in a Bleeda situation you get caught in all you gon' do is bleed
You know it's switches situation they don't need a n***a seeing my shit
You ain't no fucking stepper lil boy
Get off my dick
Man I'll-
Bleeda shit
Look

[Chorus]
Ole dick-riding, dick-hopping ass n***as
I'ma bleed you, bitch, you better keep your pistol on you
This the shit in the song, watch me knock your dome loose
Treat you just like a bitch and n***a open palm you
Like for real, I got skills, tell me what it is
Late night I'm rollin', loaded, I'm with my partner full of pills
Get in the the way and watch you die
Fuck how a n***a feel
Stupid-bitch fuck 'round and got jacked, bro get him out his gear
Walk down with that switch attach that blatt, what they ain’t tryna hear
.38 so fucking loud you might wan' hold yo ears
We get the call, push up we ballin' them soon as we see 'em
We get the call, push up we ballin' them soon as we see 'em
[Post-Chorus]
Uh-huh, step on you
I'll rep on you
Ain't no helpin' them
Step on you
Fuck all of that
I be above the rim

[Verse 1]
Out my fuckin' noggin
Chopper poppin' at ya posse
Have 'em runnin' duckin' dodgin'
They want me to stop the violence
Well tell that bitch stop all that hollerin'
Fuck that matter of fact I got it
Boom, blam
(Down the street in Scotland, moment of silence)

[Chorus]
Ole dick-riding, dick-hopping ass n***as
I'ma bleed you, bitch, you better keep your pistol on you
This the shit in the song, watch me knock yo dome loose
Treat you just like a bitch and n***a open palm you
Like for real, I got skills, tell me what it is
Late night I'm rollin, loaded, I'm with my partner full of pills
Get in the the way and watch you die fuck how a n***a feel
Stupid bitch fuck 'round and got jacked, bro get him out his gear
Walk down with that switch attach that blatt, what they ain't tryna hear
.38 so fucking loud you might wan' hold yo ears
We get the call, push up we ballin them soon as we see 'em
We get the call, push up we ballin them soon as we see 'em
[Verse 2]
Uh, uh
We pop the trunk, mm
Baow
Leave him in that bitch
Big ass choppa I won't miss with this
They tryna put me in the fishing net
But I'm too raw for that (For that)
He crossed the gun line, and got a tombstone for crossin' that
Let off 84 by myself, it ain't no fucking Randy Moss on me
I be on that hawkin' shit
Catch him slipping, baow, lil'-bitch (Yeah)
Who you want?
All of 'em
You on this car, follow 'em
Till we pull up and handle business and kill all of 'em (Look, look)
I'm 'bout my chicken, 'bout my revenue
Blow your fuckin' face after, I told your stupid ass don't move
I be with them goons behind them murders while we smokin' shroom
Catch your flunky and sweep his ass (Uh-huh), he was slow, couldn't jump the broom (Couldn't jump the broom)
Who want nothin' but hats?
Bro come through the front, I come through the back
Clutchin' a stick with that micro, bitch
The first thing I see n***as-ass gettin' whacked
She like I'm a cookie like 'cause she a brownie on this blatt
SRT on the back of my gat
Front row squeeze, you hear that blatt (Blatt)
[Outro]
(Mercy Beatz, n***a)
Caught in a Bleeda situation all you gon' do is bleed, you gon' bleed
I'm tryna find Rico (Hrrddd) who the fuck is Rico?
Huh
Hold on
Stumblin'
You know you catch a n***a, you heard me? You catch a n***a fumbling, you heard me? (Fumbling) Lil' dude what you doing? (What you doing?)
Aye look, let me show you how to creep up (Let me show you how to creep up)
Walk down
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