[Intro]
Ay lemme go ima come on this bih like
Ay, Im so much of a Bleeda ya heard me my producer red you bitch ass n***a, whole lotta Bleeda shit

[Verse 1]
Up my Glock off, I do pop ups
All these n***as pussy when we pop up we gon drop some
Mane, you can't hang around me if you ain't never shot nun
Know them Bleedas leaving stains and we making pussies mop up
Make em shake like a maraca, left souls on the Marriot
She a real ho, let the po' tell her whole lies
Know i got my pole, thats for sho, i can't go tonight
They say im living wrong
But i got it on my own so in my eyes i feel im livin right
Posted in front the sto', with [?], remember sleepless nights
N***a glad that i ain't fold when i witnessed my first homicide
(you see the blood in my eyes i ain't gotta cry) No more
You must ain't see how we fucking over ol' boy
Death around the corner, ill be at your front door
You ain't kill for brodie watchu' got a gun for
Shootin just like Ginóbili headshot, point score
Bitch get on her knees and she give me all her throat
Plus, she eat that dick with ease, making faces like she croak
And if i want the drop then she gon come give me a lo (location)
They always tell what they thank dont tell what they live (no, baby)
I stay true, because you, cause you been moving slow lately
Bank account been doin numbers, swear that bitch gon [?]
I ain't had to ask for her number, i know she wan fuck me too
If i see a opp, and dont do him, it won't be right
N***a took my fuckin Bleedas now i can't sleep right
You ain't got to tell me, take my lick i know what corner wall
I just dress in black, grab my gat, i go Steven Seagal
They say my life a movie, but i dont feel its really [?]
If you ain't fuckin with them [?] dont be mad at me cause
Im in the field im tryna up the sco' make sure that a pussy gone
Up the Glock and let it blow, woah, oh woah
[Outro]
They always tell what they think, dont tell what they live (oh baby)
I was told to never tell what you know