Blood Bath Lyrics

Yung R.O.D

Hey, my name is Ari, I got a story

I'ma fuckin' tell it, I don't care if this shit is boring

Got the wrist embroidered, cost like twenty million quarters

Bitch, we makin' plays in Florida, I might go and fuck a judge

Now she standin' in my corner, yeah

The stories told are so urban

From whiskey straight to sippin' bourbon, how your body workin'

I could be like all the odds, I'm one L12 car garage

Me and all my brothers, we too fly, fuckin' entourage

Sellin' music, they been pressin' me for copies

Boy, I'm from the east, so understand why I get so cocky

Buckets on my list become a big name, you can't stop me

Oh well, I'ma pop some shots, it might get sloppy, yeah

I been puttin' in the hours and it's workin' out

Bitch, we do deserve the crown

My bitch had to earn it, she be flexin' with a Birkin now

I gave them the hiccups, they burpin' loud

If the city throwin' fits, that mean we gon' burn it down

Yeah, ayy, bitch, fuck up out my way, bitch

I'm not one to play with, I am an A list above that

I might spray the block, it's a bloodbath

Yeah, where's that one rat

We just left the city, they don't know we finna come back

Ayy, bitch, fuck up out my way, bitch

I'm not one to play with, I am an A list above that

I might spray the block, it's a bloodbath

Yeah, where's that one rat

Yeah, where's that one rat

Like, hmm, where they at

Momma trippin', I been towin' the gat

Niggas slippin' the thing, I got the strap

The pussy heatin', then I run in the back

Bitch chillin', she weedin', I'm with it

And she let me hit it, you know I'ma hit it

These niggas be silly, I gotta go get it

Like, fuck all the red skin

Chopper pointed at his neck then

Who the fuck these niggas testin'

Open my closet, then she leave a puddle

Ass fat, yeah, this shit like a bubble

I be cappin', now I really don't love her

I ain't hittin' these bitches, I'm passin' my brother

Man, I swear to God, these niggas in trouble

I'm tastin' these racks, tryna make this shit double

Come get your big man, that hoe tryna call her

Cause she know we up next

Sippin' liquor, stomach upset

Get the racks, yeah, we gon' flex

You a pussy, nigga, don't flex

Grind until I'm on funk flex

Cause I be really tryna get it

I be really tryna get it

Yeah, ayy, bitch, fuck up out my way, bitch

I'm not one to play with, I am an A list above that

I might spray the block, it's a bloodbath

Yeah, where's that one rat

We just left the city, they don't know we finna come back

Ayy, bitch, fuck up out my way, bitch

I'm not one to play with, I am an A list above that

I might spray the block, it's a bloodbath

Yeah, where's that one rat

Yeah, where's that one rat

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