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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Realbleeda
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Catherine
Composer
Rayant Vilorio
Songwriter
Christopher Trejo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wyrico
Producer
MERCY BEATZ
Producer
Holla Fame
Engineer
Tyler Chase
Mixing Engineer
Peter Barker
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
With my bleeda up and run him a empire left a n---a
We gon give him time I wanna see who gon come stepping with him
And before my n---as died, I was shelfing with em
Hop out from the right, no the left and watch me mow the n---a
I'm missing D I can't see Cliff I'm slanging fire by myself lil n---a
Posed to zip the bitch he made it out
I double back I'm tryna see who gon come help the n---a
You know murder be the topic pop your dog that's how I'm rocking
Oh you don't like that lil one
Fuck it try to put me on my pocket
I got shot clean through the pocket up in sky I was wylin
He ain't from the trap if I seen him then he would've been clapped
Glock got 40 I got 40 you do the math
This 4GS never leave my glock
Lay him to rest then we push to the check
Up in Texas I'm at your man glizzy tryna get a strike
Lay him down but can see em thru the rearview
As if he can come out through the side
I really had start getting tired
And bro see the look in my eyes
In the Taliban you would think that I'm blind
I'm a villain and this shit my exercise
I work out who finna run down and shoot the pussy shirt off
Slowly open the door looking through the scope
Letting off the switch shoot towards the floor
Christian Dior on my feet they C and D for Cliff and D
You play both sides like the bitch you a lil pussy referee
No they don't like how I'm shining lotta diamonds on my teeth
You could try to rob me knowin I'm a shotta bitch
I got you that's on me
Put oxycontin in my body I'm up all night cuz I can't sleep
If I spot you then I got you bitch this ain't no hide and seek
You know we gon fuck the scene up
I got mud in this Gina
Bitch I'm doubled up but I think this the one that could flip a bus
Bad bitch like she Katrina
Don't want be seen can't trust my own people
Is you a bloodclot or real bleeda
I hit a spot was banging from the top
Fuck my glizzy locked had to grease up
In the shade or some plotting scheming on a new pack
How ima make me one
Missing ketchup so I go mustard crazy that's why I wear yellow
Riding round in a four do dolo plus its 5 percent
Hit my show tho this bitch bullet proof fuck it if it ain't got tint
Lotta murder lotta homicide that's what we commit
Ima stop the violence if you can stop a bullet when I hit
Pussy bitch
They be tripping blogs and doing it for the entertainment
I ain't no simp bitch I ain't basic I can make arrangements
Feel like Marlo from the wire and walk down on your gang
He wont get a chance to up his pole I can't let him bang
I hold court in the streets whats prolyl why I got this judge on me
N---as sang ima blow a n---a brain you think bout judging me
Bullets rain if you go against the grain that's on everything
She might use my name up and bang when I'm in the vains
I hate n---as I been fucking around the the KKK
Choppa erase his face soon as I lift I seen the pussy lay
Prolly cuz that's a cop or something
But you can't dodge a thot for nothing
And I shoot like I'm scotty cousin
This a double M fuck them this what I'm riding cousin
I know you watching over me show me where they hiding cousin
And everything ain't bout a dollar so could you stop it cousin
I been thugging wit a backpack with a 50 ball in the bitch
That's a brick pull up let off 60 rounds from the stick
Choppa leave him with a stain I done stained him with that shit
Lil one a hard head that boy shit like a brick
I wish that he shot more than 6 times
I bet he won't survive this time
I bet he won't survive
Writer(s): Christopher Trejo, David Catherine, Troy Washington, Rayant Vilorio
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