Bleed

[Intro: DCG Shun]
Uh-huh (Damn, Drako, you made this? Go)
Uh-huh (Go)
Uh, uh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh (Go, go, go)
Uh, uh, uh-huh (Ayy, Fox, why you so godly?)

[Verse 1: DCG Shun]
Can't shout out my opps, come get in with me, I'm in the city with a big-ass fifty (Fifty)
All my opps been actin' laced, I think them niggas been hangin' with Diddy (Woah, woah)
All my friends been switchin' sides, they been tryna diss me, Ross and Drizzy
But I'll kill one of my friends, woo, Melly in the back of a Bentley, pussy (Yeah)

[Verse 2: DBG Bsavv]
Alright, back in the day, they ain't show no pity (No pity)
We'll still chop a whole nigga hands off if he do somethin' sticky, we don't do no stealin' (What?)
My old bitch mad 'cause I'm ridin' first class, my new bitch bad and she look like Nicki
And them boys still mad how we got on they ass, I just hopped out blastin' and blowin' the fifty (Frr, frr)

[Verse 3: DCG Shun]
Get that lo', I'ma swing my door, I'ma bounce out blowin' with this big-ass .40 (Yeah, yeah)
I don't wanna argue, you ain't got a body, I cannot respond to a bitch-ass shorty
Big boss Shun ain't takin' no orders, I skipped that nigga, fuck goin' in order (Nigga)
Soon as he get in the car, I'ma clap him, might put me a tracker right up in his motor

[Verse 4: DBG Bsavv]
Alright, niggas ain't used to playin' this game 'cause soon as niggas die, they drop the controllers (Alright)
Look, if it's a mad bitch, I gotta fold her, if your bitch dumb, then you gotta mold her (You gotta what?)
Speak on the gang, lil' nigga, we thirsty as shit, we'll pop straight out of the toaster
Leave a nigga shit on the side of the curb like some Ramen noodles and a side of [?]

[Verse 5: DCG Shun]
I beat my case or did my time, nigga, call my bluff or pull my folder (I swear to God)
I'm young and turnt, shout out Boosie, ain't buyin' no Bronco, I bought her a Rover (Yeah)

[Verse 6: DBG Bsavv]
Nigga, clear this lane when I come through shit, boy, I'm tryna put shit all on a poster (Come here)
Nigga stowed away, he tried to run and dip, this bitch on my back, it's hurtin' my shoulder (Alright, don't run)

[Verse 7: Fastmoney Ant]
Ayy, seen too much blood, I can't go to sleep, gotta pour me a four of Tris
I been tryna take my time up on them hits, this a regular 3, no switch
Bro been beat him a body, now he on the band, he put a leash on my pit
All my fans on dick in my comments, I dropped more lean than hits
Damn, get fresh, don't take pics
Big-ass kit, spilled lean on my Ricks
She cheat, I cheat, we meant
I buy her a bag, she buy me glicks
Ho think I'ma leave my bitch for her, she must be high off fent'
They don't even bring dude stupid ass on hits, he can't play ball, no tip
Dumb, he can't play ball, he don't start
.300 Blackout stick like darts
And my first hit went hard
When we was done, you could hear my heartbeat
You better put your bitch in park
When I post pics, the bop bitch heart me
And I don't even got no kids, but so much baby bottles, sneak Hi-C's

[Verse 8: YFG FATSO]
Biggest Reaper, I got so many souls, real bag, get so many hoes
All my opps really bitches, they don't be outside, where they be at, nobody knows
42K on my Amiris, only sixteen, I'm walkin' through, pockets on swole
I'm jumpin' out first, I'm thirsty to use my burst, my 20 went right through his nose
This ain't no drill, it's real, I'm pushin' up first on a nigga, can't let him get out
We wanna kill, the other lil' boy got drilled, he couldn't get his gun out
He gaspin', he ain't even at a refill, his lungs and blood just keep comin' out
We who been spinnin' the city, I bought every Drac' on the 8, we ain't seein' a drought
Count it through off in my head
I guess I can see around nobody, won't try with me
Niggas who be with me ready to die for me
This one a Drac', I don't think he survivin' it
How many hoes I flooded?
I lost count in this shit, I don't why they askin' me
I got some more for my hood
But if you ever get caught, your case say I'm supplyin' it
I'm the nigga your nigga wan' be
I be fuckin' 'em up, but I ain't do enough, I ain't stoppin' 'til I'm like Meek
No Diddy, why they put the laws on me?
We ridin' through in the straight with a whole lot of straps tryna peek in your hood
Havin' this shit, boy, I'm badder than a bitch, I don't care if she a ho, she just gotta be down for me

[Verse 9: Lil King]
I'm up in traffic with real-deal killers and drillers, bitch, don't get your car beat (Bitch, don't get your car beat)
Amiri the denim, the Cuban one-fifty, roll up while a opp bitch top me (While a opp bitch top me)
I can make a bitch fuck for Birkin, this nothin', I'll turn a bitch up, I am not cheap (I am not cheap)
Got the wood on the opp block choppin' trees, 'til I catch me a face, I'm not leavin' (Where the top nigga at?)
Bad lil' bitch eat semen, just for the night, you can't stay for the weekend (Can't stay for the weekend)
My lil' brother a bug, he a demon, pop out when it's dark with a Glock and a ski-mask (With a Glock and a ski-mask)
On the E-way, I'm doggin' the Scat Pack, go on a ride and the tracker on C12 (The tracker on C12)
Two hundred the dash, the engine a V8, I'll make this bitch feel like a V12 (I'll make this bitch feel like a V12)
Still on the 8 block, Reap 'nem swell (Reap 'nem swell)
And we spin niggas' blocks, they don't be there (They don't be there)
Hop out ARP, put this bitch to his face, now he balled up from .223 shells (.223 shells)
AMG jump the curb, release hell (Release hell)
Big straps in the car, can't be here (Nah, I can't be here)
Pourin' pints after pints, I need help (Need help)
Fuck the opps, tryna give they whole team belt (Tryna belt they team)