[Intro]

(What up, DeMoe?)

[Chorus]

I won't talk on the phone 'cause, bitch, we really 'bout that murder business

Yeah, bitch, we step for real, we step for real, know it's gon' be a killing

When we bend your block and load up chops with lots of ammunition

Won't stop shootin' 'til 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 could've used the Glock, my nigga, but I used the ARP

Just got the drop, I'm pullin' up, bitch, I'm hoppin' out on feet

Bitch, it's RealBleeda, bitch, you know I'm known for makin' niggas bleed

[Verse 1]

When it's rainin' shots, pussy nigga, you could hear a pin drop, say I stood over dude

Shit, I know he dead, pussy nigga, you don't gotta watch the news, see, this what I do

Off a couple steps, lеt 'em hear that boom

Then watch him slidе out his shoes

Oh, he got bodies, my nigga? Fuck it, let me add the two

You know you can lose your life and you can't bring your pistol with you

And we put big-ass holes in his body, they only see 'em on his Insta picture

Man, my mind be on violence, I be tryna think about how I'ma do a nigga

And I don't ever think too long because I know that I'ma shoot a nigga

[Chorus]

I won't talk on the phone 'cause, bitch, we really 'bout that murder business

Yeah, bitch, we step for real, we step for real, know it's gon' be a killing

When we bend your block and load up chops with lots of ammunition

Won't stop shootin' 'til 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 could've used the Glock, my nigga, but I used the ARP

Just got the drop, I'm pullin' up, bitch, I'm hoppin' out on feet

Bitch, it's RealBleeda, bitch, you know I'm known for makin' niggas bleed

[Verse 2]

Glock 17, I'm just nineteen, y'all niggas gon' be on that shelf

Tell me why you gon' talk 'bout you gon' take somethin' from me? He could take a bullet, it's gon' take his breath

You that I'm shooting 'til ain't nothin' left

You know that's for sure that I'm comin' with steps

I don't wear no belt, that Glock gon' hold my pants

Them bands finna get your mans

And I really don't gotta spin

Where I catch you lackin', that's your end

All these bloody scenes, I'm thinking 'bout comin' out with the bloody man

Turn your bitch bloody man

With chopper shells, droppin' back to back while I spin

Yeah, I zipped the bitch, if I could, I'd kill a bitch again

[Chorus]

I won't talk on the phone 'cause, bitch, we really 'bout that murder business

Yeah, bitch, we step for real, we step for real, know it's gon' be a killing

When we bend your block and load up chops with lots of ammunition

Won't stop shootin' 'til 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 could've used the Glock, my nigga, but I used the ARP

Just got the drop, I'm pullin' up, bitch, I'm hoppin' out on feet

Bitch, it's RealBleeda, bitch, you know I'm known for makin' niggas bleed