[Intro]
(What up, DeMoe?)

[Chorus]
I won't talk on the phone 'cause, bitch, we really 'bout that murder business
Yeah, bitch, we step for real, we step for real, know it's gon' be a killing
When we bend your block and load up chops with lots of ammunition
Won't stop shootin' 'til it stop, I work my shoulder, I ain't never missing
Hit his top, make him lock, put the bitch straight on his knees
I could've used the Glock, my n***a, but I used the ARP
Just got the drop, I'm pullin' up, bitch, I'm hoppin' out on feet
Bitch, it's RealBleeda, bitch, you know I'm known for makin' n***as bleed

[Verse 1]
When it's rainin' shots, pussy n***a, you could hear a pin drop, say I stood over dude
Shit, I know he dead, pussy n***a, you don't gotta watch the news, see, this what I do
Off a couple steps, lеt 'em hear that boom
Then watch him slidе out his shoes
Oh, he got bodies, my n***a? Fuck it, let me add the two
You know you can lose your life and you can't bring your pistol with you
And we put big-ass holes in his body, they only see 'em on his Insta picture
Man, my mind be on violence, I be tryna think about how I'ma do a n***a
And I don't ever think too long because I know that I'ma shoot a n***a

[Chorus]
I won't talk on the phone 'cause, bitch, we really 'bout that murder business
Yeah, bitch, we step for real, we step for real, know it's gon' be a killing
When we bend your block and load up chops with lots of ammunition
Won't stop shootin' 'til it stop, I work my shoulder, I ain't never missing
Hit his top, make him lock, put the bitch straight on his knees
I could've used the Glock, my n***a, but I used the ARP
Just got the drop, I'm pullin' up, bitch, I'm hoppin' out on feet
Bitch, it's RealBleeda, bitch, you know I'm known for makin' n***as bleed
[Verse 2]
Glock 17, I'm just nineteen, y'all n***as gon' be on that shelf
Tell me why you gon' talk 'bout you gon' take somethin' from me? He could take a bullet, it's gon' take his breath
You that I'm shooting 'til ain't nothin' left
You know that's for sure that I'm comin' with steps
I don't wear no belt, that Glock gon' hold my pants
Them bands finna get your mans
And I really don't gotta spin
Where I catch you lackin', that's your end
All these bloody scenes, I'm thinking 'bout comin' out with the bloody man
Turn your bitch bloody man
With chopper shells, droppin' back to back while I spin
Yeah, I zipped the bitch, if I could, I'd kill a bitch again

[Chorus]
I won't talk on the phone 'cause, bitch, we really 'bout that murder business
Yeah, bitch, we step for real, we step for real, know it's gon' be a killing
When we bend your block and load up chops with lots of ammunition
Won't stop shootin' 'til it stop, I work my shoulder, I ain't never missing
Hit his top, make him lock, put the bitch straight on his knees
I could've used the Glock, my n***a, but I used the ARP
Just got the drop, I'm pullin' up, bitch, I'm hoppin' out on feet
Bitch, it's RealBleeda, bitch, you know I'm known for makin' n***as bleed