Nose Bleeds ft. 448b Lyrics

Flyin' down the lodge, bitch I'm headed to the field

Warren nigga, thuggin' at finney before it was the 'ville

I'ma take it to the grave, I ain't gone tell 'em what I did

Living with a broken heart, but shit it is what is

I need that E63 S class, boy thats a 4 matic

Can see everything a nigga say like it's a closed caption

Hop out on feet and hit his head, that's a closed casket

Niggas in the crib playin with them guns, they don't want no static

Hangin' out the window with that bitch, feel like the old me

Niggas sick I'm in the game, I got 'em watchin' from the nose bleeds

It was never 'bout no pape cause I was fucking hoes with no cheese

Niggas dont really be outside, they just know the song by MO3

Niggas hoes they be timid, whats the lo I'm finna spin it

It's a fully on the yop, once I tap this bitch you finished

Niggas get popped in fishbowls, you betta go and get it tinted

I ain't never been a genie, I ain't granting bitches wishes

Hit bad hoes but I got some badder hoes on my list

Quagen cool but I really want that Wocky or the Tris

Get a bucket yell out swish, hit bout whatever not no bitch

This blick ain't in my name so I ain't finna up it in no pics

Car full of blind niggas we all riding with a stick

Niggas petty when I'm facing bitch I'm quick to grab a zip

Chase a nigga down the 8, and made 'em crash on the 6

Thirties and O.J.s thats codename lets go and see the Knicks

In school skippin' makin' plays in the same hall

Heard you got caught, now you talkin' tryna frame dog

Like my last bitch I'll cut a nigga game off

That pitt knockin' niggas out Jake Paul

I'm a street doctor but my sister playin cake boss

It's all fun and games until they bring that tape out

Unc showed me a whole book, I ripped a page out

No gps I was still on a pape route

Went from zips to pounds I can show you what that weight 'bout

In flemings off a 6 tell 'em "bring my steak out"

No gps I was still on a pape route

Went from zips to pounds I can show you what that weight 'bout

In flemings off a 6 tell 'em "bring my steak out"

She really wanna fuck I use her crib as a safe-house

New whip came with 3 rows , I got space now

Done seen hella cheese, bag from Outer Drive to 8 Mile

You dick sucking niggas, he a really put that play down

He used to have it in, niggas really in the way now

Hit a bitch then hit her friend, seein' how it play out

They was mad about it, but them bitches goin gay now

Leavin' downtown scoopin' brodie from the greyhound

Dirty ass scale, this shit came from putting plays down

No gps I was still on a pape route

Went from zips to pounds I can show you what that weight 'bout

In flemings off a 6 tell 'em "bring my steak out"