Bleed

Tadoe & Big Opp - Rap, Drill
Bleed
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[Verse 1: Tadoe] Yo ass a goofy, I'm ridin' two seats You still ridin' hoopty, like damn man, who he? You missed on a drill, they should call your ass a [?] You want beef, I might slide up with two heats Pop out the sunroof, ten milli', take a few of these He got hit so many times, it sound like New Year's Eve They like, "Call the ambulance", I'm like, "Naw, let him bleed" They like, "Call the ambulance, please, man, that man ain't breathin'" You know how we bleed, play with me, we blaze from the three You broke as hell, still ridin' round in a Jeep I'm in a foreign, we be scorin', I just sold a key Finna sip four pints after that who wan' catch a B? I'm too up, ain't no catchin' me, get next to me I got a choppa, make it sing like Destiny I said my chain a Johnny Dang, he did his best for me, nigga I say (I'm) I'm on a phone making calls like a referee I'm on a phone making calls like a ref and shit Put foenem on yo ass, they be cheffin' shit With a choppa that fold out, they like, "That's some shit" We done clapped so many times, niggas deaf as shit [Interlude: Lil Opp] We done clapped so many times, niggas deaf as shit, ah-ah Tadoe what you on, big bro? Aight, drilla, uh [Verse 2: Lil Opp] We done clapped so many times, niggas scared and shit Just watch how you talk, say the wrong shit and get yo melon hit Bitch I'm GDK, I slime the rakes and I shoot at the bricks The po-lice bustin' you, we bust one too, bitch ain't no catchin' us Big GloLimit, mention Cap' and we gon' stress some shit I got on tennis chains, bitch, look at my necklace I keep a pistol bitch, I'm young and on that reckless shit You mad at me 'cause you ain't me, that's dumb, get off that jealous shit Big drills, best drill up, we love that drillin' shit They call me crazy, I love guns and I love killin' shit Strapped like the navy, keep an AR and some switch in this I pray a hoe never-ever try to play backdo', 'cause I'm gon kill a bitch Niggas mad I'm young and turnt, I got a new watch Stop with all that bap like y'all got money, no y'all do not In the 'Raq I tote a drac' , in twenty-three-o I got two Glocks Me and Tadoe in LA, just grabbed a twelve, we po'd up two pops, Opp
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- Tadoe
- Big Opp