Real Bloody
Enphamus
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[Intro] Ayy Get real bloody 'round here Triple crazy [?] Uh-huh, ayy Mmm, ayy Ayy [Chorus] It get real bloody 'round here, everyday it's that time of the month nigga, period Reach for my chain, I'on care who you is, I banana'd the clip for the niggas who curious Let it be known, if you play with my blood, you gon' be on the walk-a-way faster than furious Why you put folks on the gangstas, you take out yo' anger on me then yo' mom gon' bury you I'm really from 'dem apartments, I really come from the struggle, the trenches to play with my hardest I just went viral on IG, the trenches was watchin', I'on know what the hell y'all done started I'm finna' snap until Gucci an' Gotti come in my DM and say, "Boy, you the hardest," You do not know how it feels, my gun on my hip just to go out an' throw out the garbage [Verse 1] Ho really know I'ma stepper You not convertin' my brothers I load up a clip, an' you know I pursue a vendetta Body for body an' big [?] on my pendant Don't make me come live off them letters He really thought he could fake me, I load up the drac' an' I put his whole head on a sweater I know a nigga who ain't go to college who bring out tha' dough like a school semester Breakin' the quarters Never the shortest City of origin They blessed an' important I jumped off the porch wit' a big body .40 I'm hearin' niggas, extort him, extort him Just take off his jewelry an' beat him, record him I'm in the foreigns, just jumped off my porch, an' I caught the lil' ho at the movies on [?] You see the VVS rainbow, an' that's why I came right after the storm Hope you don't try it, but want 'em to try it, I'm jus' tryna' show off the [?] of my foreign Yellow an' black in the 'Scat, but she hop in the whip, an' the only thing from the trap foreign Bumblebee-booty, she my big an' fast, she only give me some if I pop the foreign I'm tryna' break the ho, scared of the trap spot, no mo' havin' the have-nots An' I gotta' [?], middle-man in that crack pot, I'm the type pour a crack rock Bitch, you not finna' pop if you poppin' on TikTok, boy I stay wit' a big Glock But the biggest of steppers couldn't fit in these shoes, to me it gon' feel like a kid's sock Betta' stay in yo' lane like Bryan, matter-fact nigga, just stay in yo' lane like Tory All in my comments, I'm gonna' drop, on god he ain't come out the house like Cory He wit' his niggas, a room full of pussies, I get in the door, thought I walked in an orgy An' four of us standin' on business, really been it, nigga play and gon' miss like [?] Nigga, this straight off the forehead I was in, now I'm out like some bow-legs Told a thotty, "I need me some mo' head," Make her stay on her knees, she got no legs From the back, you would think she got fo' legs I can't finish, it's gon' be a broke bed All this [?] I'm spendin' on [?] Put the beam on his nose, now his nose red Really sorry for what it done come to I ain't sorry for what I done did to 'em When I pull up in Ricky's, he run He remember .223 slid through 'em I don't fast, I'm jus' facin' my blunt Everyday, know exotic is mid to him I don't cop 'less it smell like a skunk .308 like I'm shootin' a [?] I can take on the city wit' 'dis gun Trigger happy, I dare you to say sum' Nigga must got a rocket, but he a blunt He been tellin' 'em hoes he gon' take sum' If I dirty the choppa up this month I could call up Big Ki, he gon' make one Mama told me, "They sleepin' on you, son," Like I'm somethin' for niggas to lay on Like I'm somethin' for niggas to play with Like my glizzy don't come wit' a kill switch Only killas who I'm in the field wit' Like I'm hungry, I just need a meal quick Tryn'a double the R, that's for Real Rich An' you groupies don't care who you been wit' For a Birkin, you'd hop on a lil' dick Ho, just gimme' six feet 'cause I feel sick [Chorus] It get real bloody 'round here, everyday it's that time of the month nigga, period Reach for my chain, I'on care who you is, I banana'd the clip for the niggas who curious Let it be known, if you play with my blood, you gon' be on the walk-a-way faster than furious Why you put folks on the gangstas, you take out yo' anger on me then yo' mom gon' bury you I'm really from 'dem apartments, I really come from the struggle, the trenches to play with my hardest I just went viral on IG, the trenches was watchin', I'on know what the hell y'all done started I'm finna' snap until Gucci an' Gotti come in my DM and say, "Boy, you the hardest," You do not know how it feels, my gun on my hip just to go out an' throw out the garbage [Outro] Ho really know I'ma stepper You not convertin' my brothers I load up a clip, an' you know I pursue a vendetta Body for body an' big [?] on my pendant Don't make me come live off them letters He really thought he could fake me, I load up the drac' an' I put his whole head on a sweater I know a nigga who ain't go to college who bring out tha' dough like a school semester...
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