Bloody Night
Look, uh, woah, woah, let's talk, nigga
Yeah, yeah, who said they gon' do somethin' to me?
b**ch ass nigga, you ain't tell nigga you don't wanna do nothin' with me
Yeah, look
b**ch, I got a problem, yeah, still don't need no Prada bag
Bought my b**ch a Prada bag, she gotta give ass on ass
I'm a solo baby, married baby, 38 made me, nigga, yeah
Police could not tame me, so I heard that's why they had to call the feds
Come on, let's get it, run into you niggas, it's a bang out
Said they want beef, go and tell them b**ches "Say my name loud"
And I been official, hidin' dirty pistols at PowPow house
Man, my mama trippin', so y'all help my diss like, yeah, them all gone
I need a nigga who dead
Gon' lay in your bag, gon' lose your head, b**ch
Them boys you with, they scared to light
Turn red, we leave you dead with it
I'm smokin', tryna focus
Now I'm called on me, pay her rent
Lil' posted nigga said that Quando got me tryna solve sh*t
Been waitin' your mans, it's like he ran up, switch 'em back with drums in
Shoot your front door, if you don't know, we don't choose, b**ch, I don't pick
These niggas been tryna steal my style, don't try see what I'ma come with
But I ain't got Jason, so they f**k, the engineer ain't on sh*t
Shorty, hol' on, put that pussy on me, want me, I don't see
How lil' mama done fit all that ass up in those jeans?
I got plenty hundreds on me, just won't lean, I don't smoke weed
And I got a slam just for your slam for who condone me
b**ch, I got a problem, yeah, still don't need no Prada bag
Bought my b**ch a Prada bag, she gotta give ass on ass
I'm a solo baby, married baby, 38 made me, nigga, yeah
Police could not tame me, so I heard that's why they had to call the feds
Come on, let's get it, run into you niggas, it's a bang out
Said they want beef, go and tell them b**ches "Say my name loud"
And I been official, hidin' dirty pistols at PowPow house
Man, my mama trippin', so y'all help my diss like, yeah, them all gone
You'll lose your life
'Cause they been trippin', they can't wait 'til y'all make a wrong right
And that's exactly how that sh*t turn on a better night
Yep, you just don't know your life might end at the next green light
I just see inside your eyes that you ain't never been inside that car
Nigga, you just grew around that sh*t, boy, you a b**ch
And all them old ass niggas that you be runnin'
We gon' end up on some zombie sh*t from a headshot, when lil' bro and 'em swanged the switch
Who that is, say they want Top pic? Gotta put 'em on my top list
I won't drop sh*t 'til I heard that he got blicks (Yeah, he got blicks)
You see them bangin' green, know that be my sh*t
I bossed it all, them foreigns, they drop sh*t
Get a drop, gon' show you they gon' stay in' who you with
They gon' stay in the clip
b**ch, I got a problem, yeah, still don't need no Prada bag
Bought my b**ch a Prada bag, she gotta give ass on ass
I'm a solo baby, married baby, 38 made me, nigga, yeah
Police could not tame me, so I heard that's why they had to call the feds
Come on, let's get it, run into you niggas, it's a bang out
Said they want beef, go and tell them b**ches "Say my name loud"
And I been official, hidin' dirty pistols at PowPow house
Man, my mama trippin', so y'all help my diss like, yeah, them all gone
