BLOODSHED! ft. EspressoGLXY Lyrics

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Okay okay

(METALLORD!)

Pull the guns out, like what's up now?

Make me pull up with the funds out, if her buns out

Here for blood, Ima wild out, having fun now

If you talking stick yo' tongue out, like bad gyal

(Yeah, yeah, yeah!)

Come 'round when the sun down

Roll the window down, air the whole town out

I don't roll around, auto finna roll out

I might drop shots, this a deadly rollout

Hate them swimmer boys, and I hope they quote the boy

White boys acting black

Fool you know that we can't float lil boy

Paint is on yo' face, on the real you just a clown lil boy

Chest out in a GC, but you never speak out loud lil boy

Unh, unh

And I'll take out yo' whole team

Don't worry 'bout no Esp no you speaking to me

Better keep yo' head down, you speaking to me

Don't cry out to yo' momma, being like "Daddy bein mean"

(Yeah, yeah, yeah!)

(Guns out!)

AK-47s, ,MAC-11s, Glock 9s, FIVE-SEVENs

Bullets fly make yo ass go to heaven

Hollow tips burst yo melon

Guns got you running like a felon

Guns make you scream Allah like 9/11

Make you go blind like you Helen Keller

Shoot you in the back of the head Old Yeller

How you blow your chance you a seller

Heard you cheating on yo bitch you should tell her

Said you'd kill me with a switch its my pleasure

You up in my shadow you a dweller

Send you up to the sky and now your interstellar

Hit em 1-2, 1-2, McGregor

Say you got aim but mine is better

Gun you and yo family

First up your sister Natalie

And then your love like Annabel lee

Pockets fat, Abby Lee

Yeah, blues blues in my pocket

On my hip, on my hip that's my rocket

I find yo family bitch and then I fucking off it

I take yo children and go to Mexico and make a profit

(Yah, yah, yah!)

Yeah, you cannot roll with me

All I see is green, sippin' wock like a tree

Glock-40 red beam, yeah it feel like a dream

Freddy Krueger how I see it, you cannot escape from me

I been on a run with gang, where I'm getting all this cheese

And its a blessing that I get this money, yeah really easy

Homie why you stressing, why you stressing dawg

Kick yo feet back, we up in LA up in Cali' dawg

Yeah we get them stacks

(Guns out!)