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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Realbleeda
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Catherine
Composer
Demorio Batiste
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tyler Chase
Mixing Engineer
Deemoe
Producer
Lyrics
I won't talk on the phone cause bitch
We really bout that murder business
Bitch we step for real, we step for real
Know it's gonna be a killing
When we bend your block and load up chops with lots of ammunition
Won't stop shooting till it stop
I work my shoulder I ain't never missing
Hit his top make him lock
Put the bitch straight on his knees
I coulda used a Glock my n---a but I used a ARP
Just got the drop I'm pullin up
Bitch I'm hopping out on feet
Bitch it's Realbleeda, bitch you know I'm know for makin n---as bleed
When I'm just Ringing shots pussy n---a you could hear a pin drop
I stood over dude
Shit I know he dead, pussy n---a you don't gotta watch the news
See this what I do
Off a couple steps
Now you hear that boom
Then watch him slide out the shoes
Oh you got bodies my n---a
Fuck it let me add the two
You know you can lose your life
And you cant bring your pistol with you
We put big ass holes in his body
They only see him on these Insta pictures
Man my mind be on violence
I be tryna think about how ima do a n---a
Don't ever think you alone cuz I know that ima shooter n---a
I won't talk on the phone cause bitch
We really bout that murder business
Bitch we step for real, we step for real
Know it's gonna be a killing
When we bend your block and load up chops with lots of ammunition
Won't stop shooting till it stop
I work my shoulder I ain't never missing
Hit his top make him lock
Put the bitch straight on his knees
I coulda used a Glock my n---a but I used a ARP
Just got the drop I'm pullin up
Bitch I'm hopping out on feet
Bitch it's Realbleeda
Bitch you know I'm know for makin n---as bleed
Y'all see my chain I'm just 19
Y'all n---as gon be on that shelf
Tell me why you talking about you gon take sum from
He gon take a bullet, it's gon take his breath
You that I'm shooting till ain't nothin left
You that's it's for sure I'm coming wit steppers
I don't where no belt that Glock gon hold my pants
Them bands finna get your mans
And I really don't gotta spin
Where I get you lackin that's your end
I miss bloody scenes
I'm thinking bout coming out wit the bloody man
Pray your bitch Bloody Mary
With the chopper shells
Got them back to back while I spin
Yea I zipped the bitch
If I could I'd kill a bitch again
I won't talk on the phone cause bitch
We really bout that murder business
Bitch we step for real, we step for real
Know it's gonna be a killing
When we bend your block
And load up chops with lots of ammunition
Won't stop shooting till it stop
I work my shoulder I ain't never missing
Hit his top make him lock
Put the bitch straight on his knees
I coulda used a Glock my n---a but I used a ARP
Just got the drop I'm pullin up
Bitch I'm hopping out on feet
Bitch it's Realbleeda
Bitch you know I'm know for makin n---as bleed
Writer(s): David Catherine, Demorio Batiste
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