Bloody (feat. 6ix9ine) - Lacrim

I got like 30,000 hoes, nigga I have a problem Yuh, ayy, yuh Talk shit, talk shit, talk shits, huh, yuh Yeah Make a nigga wanna take a step back I can't fuck that hoe if her ass flat Don't need no bitch, you can have that Fuck that shit, where the motherfucking cash at? Make a nigga wanna take a step back I can't fuck that hoe if her ass flat Don't need no bitch, you can have that Fuck that shit, where the motherfucking cash at? Nutted in her hair, shorty mad, so what? Fuck a nigga bitch, then I dip, oh shit Does a hit make your motherfuckin' shit blow up? You silly niggas not ready Forget it, behead him Fuck shit up, start armageddon I've had it with you, fuck nigga Need the cash now, can't fuck with you Make a nigga wanna take a step back I can't fuck that hoe if her ass flat Don't need no bitch, you can have that Fuck that shit, where the motherfucking cash at? Choppa got a whole lot of kick, boy Choppa hold a 100, I don't miss, boy Duct tape wrapped around the clips, boy Dump one, flip back in, boy Talk to me nice or don't talk at all Shooters got the tool, it's busting off I got the pump and all, this shit jumping off 'Cause there 'bout to be a shootout when niggas pop out 30 clips and extendos, nigga Shooters all go off the wind blow, nigga We don't miss, lil' nigga, you get hit, lil' nigga If I don't got it, you know 5 gon' get you Make a nigga wanna take a step back I can't fuck that hoe if her ass flat Don't need no bitch, you can have that Fuck that shit, where the motherfucking cash at? Make a nigga wanna take a step back I can't fuck that hoe if her ass flat Don't need no bitch, you can have that Fuck that shit, where the motherfucking cash at?

It's TR3YWAY! Sleiman Iver (Uh) Ho thicker, diamonds on my neck flicker Drug dealer, professional pot whipper Seven figures, got your bitches fuckin' quicker She want a picture, I tell her no, I know she bitter Niggas cuttin' up on the internet Fuck nigga, we ain't into that We end up in your crib where your family at Get turned into a blood show, niggas screamin' "Slatt" I got the .40 on my hip, yeah, that's my stick, yeah She wanna fuck for a grip, yeah, on my blick yeah Couple bands on my shit, yeah, I'ma rip, yeah BBA with the shits, yeah, that's my clique, yeah (TR3YWAY!) MAC-11, 9 milli', ridin' with it I'ma hit him up, I'ma fuckin' kill him Run up on him, masked with a black .40 Hit 'em in his hoodie, no A Boogie Red bandana, walk it like I fucking talk it Piped up, nigga get to gunnin', gunnin' Bust it, bust it, pull up in the black Benz Clip for the .9's and the MAC-10's Beefy on the molly, niggas want my money But when they see me coming, I can see them niggas runnin' I see them niggas runnin' Let them niggas act, 'cause they bitches they be lovin', yeah Blood time, blood rhyme, nigga, this is blood line Niggas gettin' stupid, try to get by El Flacko, Chapo, make this shit double Ain't no movie, DJ Narco MAC-11, 9 milli', ridin' with it I'ma hit him up, I'ma fuckin' kill him Run up on him, masked with a black .40 Hit 'em in his hoodie, no A Boogie Ey, brormand vi går hårdt ind, all in Brormand de' bar' smålig Hva' vi laver på en måned, laver de kun årligt KOODA, BILLY, regnbue, slap af, ah Stak sin' venner, ka' ikk' kom' tilbag' Stakkerne vil ha' lidt mere, all' er relateret Min bror han er varm seks-ni er i kvarteret (Wouh) Seks-ni er i kvarteret Min bror laver gang-gang-gang, hvis de' flere Men jeg' nede i Benahavís Juu'en sparker ligesom Badr Hari Folk snakker, brormand, men hva' har de? Det går gang-gang-gang fra din fars bil MAC-11, 9 milli', ridin' with it I'ma hit him up, I'ma fuckin' kill him Run up on him, masked with a black .40 Hit 'em in his hoodie, no A Boogie TR3YWAY Sleiman Let that shit breathe It's TR3YWAY