Bloody Summer Lyrics

I'm on my throne, nigga

You think I'm bothered

Bitch, I'm covered down in water

Sir I'm fuckin' on your daughter

I might give that bitch a baby

I'm lowkey actin' like my father, nigga

Twenty-three, five kids, nigga

You gotta hustle hard

Flexing

Bitch, blat

It's splat splat

Put the thirty to a bitch face

His brain splat

Guillotine to that nigga, neck

His head whacked

Left him dead on the E-Way

We did that

Aye, stretch him

I can't fuck with thots because they messy

Hectic

When she suckin' cock, I hold my Wesson

Testy

Cause Bitches be the opps, cause bitches desperate

Destined

I'm gon' be the one

If God bless me

Testin'

You gon' be the one

You try to test me

SK

You gon' try to run, but you ain't fast enough

Drake talk

Don't do no one-on-ones

Don't let them gas you up

Chalk him out a whole lot of guns

We had to blast him up

bitch, I'm the king

Wit a guillotine

Where his head at

Call Kai Chi

He love all the beef

It's bloody summer rap

Bitch, my glock

It's a guillotine

You can get your head snapped

Yo, lil' homie, cut him up now

Y'all can't get his head back

You think I'm bothered

Bitch, I'm covered down in water

And sir, I'm fuckin' on your daughter

I might give that bitch a baby

I'm lowkey actin' like my father, nigga

Twenty-three, five kids, nigga

You better hustle hard

Aye

Flex

Bitch, blat

It's splat splat

Put the thirty to a bitch face

His head splat

Left him dead on the E-Way

We did that

I got a magnum with a dick

And I ain't talkin' intercourse

I got three demons and four angels

But that's my inner voice

I ride with DeDe and Lil Andre

Cause you know they twins

Got Sham and Cub inside this vessel

But Cub his kid

And king ain't from this era

Or Kai Chi his pet

King's a Dragon

Kai Chi's a wolf

They slide like they death

It's me and Quenny in this bitch

Just us eight

The best

And you can't slide like Hateful Eight

Nigga, that's on the set

I got a hunnid

You won't slide

Nigga, let's make a bet

And if you slide, I'll let off fire until I hit your head

If you don't slide, then I slide and leave your homies dead

And after that, we spinning back to take out the rest

You think I'm bothered

Bitch, I'm covered down in water

And, sir, I'm fuckin' on your daughter

I might give that bitch a baby

I'm low-key actin' like my father, nigga

Twenty three, five kids, nigga you better hustle harder

Flexing

Bitch blat

It's splat splat

Put the thirty to a bitch face

His brain splat

Guillotine to that nigga neck

His head whacked

Left him dead on the E- Way

We Did That