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drop1 - bloody syrup كلمات أغنية

i went hand to hand—
we jump out, cook ya man, he ain’t gettin’ up

they say it’s smoke in the air
but i’m gettin’ high off the dead—n___a punchin’ my lungs

sht, i’m high as a kite
i ran down, bl!ckin’ a n__a—he couldn’t even fight it

all these b_ttons and chops
they wanna put us in the cage, they tryna indict us

bro put a switch on his face—
that n___a had talks with the reaper, his body on fire

go get the shovel, i’m diggin’ this lil’ n___a grave
he ‘bout to go sleep with the devil

layin’ in blood, bustin’ a glock 23
i had to go swap out the muzzle

lil’ b_h givin’ me head, but she gettin’ mad
at the kid ‘cause i ain’t wanna fk her

i’m seein’ souls in red—a murdеr’ll tell you a man
that sh_t was disgusting
that na said he a k!ller
but hе a bh—he ain’t did nothin’

choppa drop you a hundred
i pour a four to the face like lucki

jump out the v with a drac and a b_tton
when i’m chasin’ a opp, my blood start rushin’

he already done
we givin’ him overtime like the thompson twins

if i’m on the hit
you can bet i’ma bring back a head

y’all n____s better check my spreads
we flamin’ him up—but he already dead

he was dyin’ alone
he ain’t die with his friends

face shot—
they ain’t even check on his head

you blow off his mind
when you cut off his dreads
i’ma shoot him like redd and ray
i make him say, “what the f__k he say?”

swing my net, then go grab me a n___a—
now i got the shark t__th eatin’ his face

we box him in—he ain’t got no sp_ce
they bring up them bodies? i’m closin’ my mouth and ears
‘cause i ain’t got nothin’ to say

me and sos like vince and t_mac
that’s my twin—like cody and zay

y’all ns been workin’ y’all defense
them rap ns still pop out in black

i can’t bring my lil’ bro around no rap n____s—
he don’t know how to act

when they bring up them bodies
i ain’t got sh_t to say—so you better not ask

bro keep swingin’ me tech—
i’m puttin’ a deuce in each cup, he don’t know what to hand me

i did a trick with the tris
i’m sippin’ the co’_prometh’ inside of a stanley
we turned his head to a bowl
the way i start twistin’ the akorn pint—i’m feelin’ like sandy

yn fly as a bird, this b___h callin’ me daddy—
i ain’t even stuntin’

the opps tryna make it out rappin’
‘bout to start tellin’ the labels they better start runnin’

i got the 4 on the back like dak
bro said it was quagen—i ended up throwin’ it back

this bh givin’ me neck
i’m d_mn near beggin’ her stop, but the bh keep goin’

we got lean and switches—
if you got a b_tton on your gun, how is you missin’?

your brother been dead for so long
n___a might start to rodman—just like dennis

i got so d_mn high
i start tellin’ this b___h i love her—nah, i’m just kiddin’

he tryna keep p
but it ain’t no way—i just keep on fkin’ his b_hes

i’m makin’ money off rap—
we wacked y’all lil’ homie, y’all ain’t do nothin’

i put the turkey to his mind
bro playin’ clean_up—tryna fill him with stuffing

we got the drop on this n___a—he dunyun
boy, this drac—you ain’t doin’ no runnin’

i fked a b_tch inside a x
she was hittin’ my cup—man, that b__h got lucki

- drop1

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