[Intro]

Ay lemme go ima come on this bih like

Ay, Im so much of a Bleeda ya heard me my producer red you bitch ass nigga, whole lotta Bleeda shit

[Verse 1]

Up my Glock off, I do pop ups

All these niggas pussy when we pop up we gon drop some

Mane, you can't hang around me if you ain't never shot nun

Know them Bleedas leaving stains and we making pussies mop up

Make em shake like a maraca, left souls on the Marriot

She a real ho, let the po' tell her whole lies

Know i got my pole, thats for sho, i can't go tonight

They say im living wrong

But i got it on my own so in my eyes i feel im livin right

Go to the front of the store, would see bowl, remember sleepless nights

Nigga glad that i ain't fold when i witnessed my first homicide

(you see the blood in my eyes i ain't gotta cry) No more

You must ain't see how we fucking over ol' boy

Death around the corner, ill be at your front door

You ain't kill for brodie watchu' got a gun for

Shootin just like Ginóbili headshot, point score

Bitch get on her knees and she give me all her throat

Plus, she eat that dick with ease, making faces like she croak

And if i want the drop then she gon come give me a lo (location)

They always tell what they thank dont tell what they live (no, baby)

I stay true, because you, cause you been moving slow lately

Bank account been going off, but swear that bitch gon' be the juice

I ain't had to ask for her number, i know she wan fuck me too

If i see a opp, and dont do him, it won't be right

Nigga took my fuckin Bleedas now i can't sleep right

You ain't got to tell me, take my lick i know what corner wall

I just dress in black, grab my gat, i go Steven Seagal

They say my life a movie, I don't feel it, reality gone

I ain't fucking with them mice, don't be mad at me cause

Im in the field im tryna up the sco' make sure that a pussy gone

Up the Glock and let it blow, woah, oh woah

[Outro]

They always tell what they think, dont tell what they live (oh baby)

I was told to never tell what you know