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chuckyy - covered in blood lyrics

[intro]
you know how the f_ck we rockin’, man, these n_ggas tryna
these n_ggas tryna be like bath, these n_ggas tryna be like chuckyy, they tweakin’
these n_ggas is not tweakin’ on sh_t at all, man
these n_ggas ain’t runnin’ that sack up (ayy, ronny, that’s major)
these n_ggas stingy as h_ll, man, on foenem grave, n_gga (dmur3, you son of a b_tch)
dirty b_st_rds, uh

[verse]
ain’t gotta slide or go get no get back, we the one jump out first, head tap, uh (brrah, rrah)
we really knockin’ sh_t off the map (come here), .308 big as h_ll, took a chunk out his scalp (he dead)
uh, these n_ggas be runnin’ and do laps, whole time, me and foenem runnin’ through racks (ayy, racks)
n_ggas on my d_ck, tryna steal my flow, ain’t throwin’ no shot, i’ma keep it a stack (brrah, rrah, you know that)
i ain’t tryna kick it if you ain’t my blood, you could get the f_ck back (get the f_ck back)
i’m in cali’ smokin’ on dank, but i’m chillin’ with dank, just boolin’, relax (what you on?)
got some tweakers that’s up in the cut and they ready to do it, they booted off x (they’ll blitz you)
i’m really a tweaker for real, i ain’t just sayin’ sh_t, i’ll do it, relax (i’m a maniac, i’m a rich_ass maniac)
soon as you bend that corner, run through the crib on feet, we gon’ creep through the back (we gon’ creep through the back)
bath fackin’ her ass, they padded a trackhawk jeep and three new scats (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
opp thirsty to blast, he know the tweaker right behind him and right on ass (rrah, rrah, rrah)
we’ll get on your ass for tweakin’ and frontin’ your move, let us know it’s that (grr, grr, grr)
man, the opps hidin’, n_ggas get wrapped up, every day, n_ggas get clapped up (what’s up? what you on?)
nine time out of ten, i ain’t call for backup, 10 mil’, that’s my backup (grr, grr, grr)
i got some sh_t put his ass on the ground, lift his dumb ass back up (back up, back up)
fyi, bloodbath do no slackin’, we team no lackin’
all my n_ggas be pistol packers and pistol clappers (packin’, packin’, on foenem)
i can’t make this up, can’t do no bappin’, i’m born a savage
who really rich? i’ll up a honeybun and two make you madder
pull a srt jeep off, she say that sh_t make her wetter
if you know me, then you know i like money, guns, and the cheddar
but i also like bodies and blood, think i got a fetish
put a n_gga right up in the tub, it’s just gettin’ redder (muddy, muddy)
all these n_ggas get covered in blood (blood, blood)
n_ggas get covered in blood (blood)
these n_ggas get covered in blood, it’s gettin’ redder (brr, brr)
these n_ggas get covered in blood, huh (brr)
all these n_ggas get covered in blood, it’s just gettin’ redder
i wish i got money without the fame
new trackhawk jeep, just blew the brain (frr)
the white kids wanna take pictures with me, so that showed me i carved some things (what’s up, lil’ dude?)
been runnin’ this money up, i won’t stop
got a family to feed, i’ma get to the top
we still play cuts, we’ll hit that block (brrah, bah, bah, bah)
brr, he got hit with a chop (brr)
[outro]
he got hit with a chop, man down
he got hit with a chop, n_gga, it cook his mind, uh
you know how the f_ck we rockin’, gettin’ that bath, n_gga
you know that, n_gga
gettin’ that dub on me in the stu’, n_gga
gettin’ that, gettin’ that ketchup, dumbass n_gga, no mustard, goofy

- chuckyy lyrics

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