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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Realbleeda
Realbleeda
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Catherine
David Catherine
Songwriter
Rayant Vilorio
Rayant Vilorio
Songwriter
Christopher Trejo
Christopher Trejo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wyrico
Wyrico
Producer
MERCY BEATZ
MERCY BEATZ
Producer

Lyrics

I'm tryna find rico I'm tryna find rico who the fuck is rico Mercy beats n---a Man who the fuck is rico Man ion know no fuckin rico Bitch keep yo mouth closed I see my bleeda with my eyes closed I see thru blindfolds I know that change on me So many drugs enter my lungs it slow my functioning I have them shooters on yo ass and on the hunt for you Skeletons in my closet that's dead bodies that be on my shoe You say you gon rob me well come try me and see what I do If I rap about my life on every song could make a summary You won't up and leave well then bitch leave you ain't the one for me Used to throw on my draco fit and cause a problem Now my bag bigger I go drilling in designer Since you fuck with that side bitch you get tired of Attending funerals back-to-back I make em pile up You won't get no racks until you straight and put that on the bible You slip you pay the consequence Loose lips will get you zipped I never trip I just dismember shit Why they mention me and talk about my business and how I handle shit My intentions be on killing I been outcha so dangerous Won't let my feelings get involved no no no more Get left in gunsmoke by my dawg On every mission I'm the definition of the other wall I see my bleeda with my eyes closed I see thru blindfolds I know that change on me So many drugs enter my lungs it slow my function ng I have them shooters on yo ass and on the hunt for you Skeletons in my closet that's dead bodies that be on my shoe You say you gon rob me well come try me and see what I do If I rap about my life on every song could make a summary You won't up and leave well then bitch leave you ain't the one for me I know they see me leaving fast I know ian finna crash Know they gon catch you in the red zone I be coming thru like a running back Pop him give him a tag hop out and I'm shooting fast Shots went thru his body fuck what he thinking it's too late for that Let off a whole 100 rounds it's a massacre No puppy child you get stepped on for thinking you a dog This choppa wet you up I could put you in the play have my lil hoe set you up I'm seeing this quickly blitz will have you stiff and needing medical If you catch me working my wrist Then you gon see just how I dress you up Don't get caught in a bleeda situation that's what I'm telling ya Broke ya fucking face with this ak this bitch cater to you Bitch I already overstayed but fuck it I still paid it fully I see my bleeda with my eyes closed I see thru blindfolds I know that change on me So many drugs enter my lungs it slow my functioning I have them shooters on yo ass and on the hunt for you Skeletons in my closet that's dead bodies that be on my shoe You say you gon rob me well come try me and watch what I do If I rap about my life on every song could make a summary You won't up and leave well then bitch leave you ain't the one for me
Writer(s): Christopher Trejo, David Catherine, Rayant Vilorio Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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