Lil Blood Nem

Lyrics

[Verse: Sada Baby, Skilla Baby, 40 GlockBoy & Drego] Jump in your bitch selfie, and make it an ussie I busted yesterday, my aim ain't rusty Like oo what's her name? A freak, she [?] Man, yo, we got that drank in, baby, we gon' flush it See your ass out, boy, we gon' rush [?] Shoot you like the [?] see you out and [?] Stupid nigga, thinking he gon' set me up We ain't in the pool, but we gon' wet him up Your bitch ain't right, she gon' bag me up Hold up, baby, ben it over, baby, let me fuck [?] she can't even fuck, she ain't made enough I can be right or wrong, they still gon' wet you up Caught his ass at the light, then we wet him up All this money on the ground, [?] set him up Three Glocks with 50 in it, that's a hundred plus Four trips in two months, [?] walking [?] You the jealous cousin, off of [?] And I ain't scrapping niggas, I ain't Black Panther 40 fat as fuck, nigga, 'cause I jam pack [?] Hollos in a nigga chest, like some [?] Drego said don't fuck until she get some cash Hold up, baby, put these pills in your ass I can't fuck you, you a stuffer, baby, kiss my ass [?] me and my brothers, we gon' beat his ass [?] money to your body, never in the bag When you coming from that road, boy, secure that bag I ain't even gon' lie, boy, I lost my [?] But that's just the chances that you take, you playing with that bag Trapping in the mall, 'cause I'm [?] My bitch [?] she [?] I michael Jackson on that work, yeah, I might beat it I'm Michael Jackson with them blues, I be Billy Jeaning Know that bird fresh [?] really steaming Shit too strong, make you throw up, like you really beefing [?] child, yeah, it's really [?] We talk 'bout them big amounts, 'cause we really seen it