famouss richard, montannaatm, tsg draco, tsg lil cas - blood spillers pt 2 lyrics
[intro: famouss richard]
ayy, go
i know a opp that traded in his pole, on bd
get wild, ayy, go (d_mn, milioo, this sh_t fuego)
[chorus: famouss richard]
i know a opp that traded in his pole and i know a opp died walkin’ through alleys
i seen a goofy that be on the internet trollin’, goofy got left out in cali
i know a b_tch that merch on her kids and still be lyin’, that sh_t ain’t valid
she wanna f_ck, but her sh_t stink, she don’t even take care of her ph balance
micro drac’, we all got switch and switch the crowd up, we on timin’
left him bald like amber rose, them jalapeños burned his linin’
ayy, go, them jalapeños burned his linin’
[verse 1: famouss richard]
livin’ life like players club, you dollar bill and my b_tch diamond
i ain’t nevеr signed no deal, won’t sell my soul, b_tch, i ain’t signin’
and thе ‘raq can’t count me out ’cause, b_tch, i ain’t never need cosignin’
[chorus: famouss richard]
i know a opp that traded in his pole and i know a opp died walkin’ through alleys
i seen a goofy that be on the internet trollin’, goofy got left out in cali
i know a b_tch that merch on her kids and still be lyin’, that sh_t ain’t valid
she wanna f_ck, but her sh_t stink, she don’t even take care of her ph balance
micro drac’, we all got switch and switch the crowd up, we on timin’
left him bald like amber rose, them jalapeños burned his linin’
ayy, go, them jalapeños burned his linin’
[verse 2: montannaatm]
money long, don’t give no f_ck, i told that b_tch, “look at my diamonds” (look at ’em, man)
i’m gon’ pop it with no deal, it’s on the floor, lil’ b_tch, i got it (lil’ b_tch, i got it)
b_tch, you need exotic ps, got percs and leans, b_tch, is you shoppin’? (b_tch, is you shoppin’?)
on the block, got dracs and switches, them 7.62s break his balance (they break his balance)
h_llstar with amiri jeans, this for the feds, i heard they watchin’ (i heard they watchin’)
i know a opp got hit on the 1 and i know a n_gga got chased through a alley (got chased through a alley)
make the wrong move and foenem stand over his ass, then we catch a flight out to cali (we out in cali)
b_tch wanna f_ck for this lil’ birkin, that sh_t dead, i took her to bally’s (i took her to bally’s)
i was that n_gga before i knew i was
this sh_t on the floor, they know that we got it (they know that we got it)
[verse 3: tsg draco]
n_ggas be bap (they bappin’), they know they can’t post at the store (brr), we spinnin’ that b_tch, you get clapped
tough on the ‘net like you be in the streets (you in the what?), lil’ boy, that sh_t just be for the app (the what?)
remember them days we was all through the trap (go) just plottin’ on a n_gga, tryna take us a rack (take ‘nem)
know we got glocks all through the track, i’ma hawk his ass down, get us close ’til he splat (brr, bah, bah)
foenem some vultures, they close sh_t in (get ’em)
shots goin’ off, n_ggas froze again (you know that)
i’m used to wrappin’ sh_t, not with the rappin’ sh_t, bro told me get on the road with him
nah, i ain’t tryna spin if it ain’t ’bout them ms
lil’ thick b_tch pop out, she bringin’ her friends (go)
she tryna f_ck in the back of the maybach truck with the curtains, i don’t need the tint
[verse 4: tsg lil cas]
n_ggas keep mentionin’ take like we ain’t the ones, n_ggas done died ’bout this sh_t (n_ggas done died ’bout this sh_t, for real)
they up in traffic, four n_ggas with shiesties and guns, we tryna bail out this b_tch (bail out)
hawk him down, that n_gga was tryna run, the bullets was burpin’ the b_tch (where you goin’?)
man, we pull up black truck, man, the opps be broke as f_ck ridin’ suburbans and sh_t
i get the calls that the opps frontline, i’ma swing all alone, i don’t need no help (i don’t need no help)
f_ck n_ggas be dissin’ the take, that’s ’cause we the ones puttin’ belt all over they set (belt to ass)
catch us a n_gga at pump three and box him in, we leave him dumb ass in the gas
when i’m at the pump, h_ll nah, i don’t play, pumpin’ the g with the switch in my hand (you know that)
forever gon’ stick with my takers, a n_gga try crossin’ this line, his ass gettin’ belt (for real)
b_tch, we’ll get to stackin’ up bodies like can goods and line they dumb ass on the shelf (what?)
them n_ggas tryna hit he 8, hit they mans with a head tap, left his dumb ass needin’ help (b_tch)
when one our opps had died, my brother had told ’em he dead, they ass ain’t care (for real)
n_gga tryna run when i hopped out the v, so i was chasin’ him down, n_gga got me out of breath
the moment he tripped and fell, i was bumpin’ the switch at his ear, hot sh_t takin’ his breath (come here, come here)
if 12 come and get me right now, i’ma act like i’m sped, i don’t even know where i’m at (don’t even know where i’m at)
these n_ggas be committin’ the crime, ain’t built for the time and be quick to go give up they set
i just got me a new b_tch to throw on the opps, they ain’t even gon’ know how to act
the first n_gga think with his d_ck, his ass gettin’ dropped and taken somewhere in the back (b_tch)
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