BLOOD ON MY CHAIN

[Intro]
EXZYYY
Trap-A-Holics mixtapes

[Verse 1: KILLRIDDLE]
Uh, b-b-bitch, I'm back in action
I chop a fucker up and bag him up, turn to a fraction
Bitch, did I stu— ah
I killed your bro, call that subtraction
I cut your brother up on live to get the world's reaction (—Action)
Bl-blood on my chain, fuckin' stab for my own satisfaction
Send me some Bitcoin, I'll send some limbs if we do the transaction
I lock the door and I take a pill, I don't want no distraction
I slice your stomach open, grab my tools, that's how I start extraction
Catch me in your crib, dumpin' a clip, shot to your body in front of your bitch
You see me swervin' in this whip, hearin' nothin' but voices when I'm on a trip
I'm 'bout to blow your whole body to bits
Shot to your dome, you get sent to abyss
You think you got swag, but not like this
You walk like a bitch, bitch, I walk like a Crip (Damn)
All I do is send shots, don't care who I kill; dead opps
All I do is hit those headshots when I aim in, red dots
Yo' gang work for me like sweatshops
I'm 'bout to knot you up like dreadlocks
You think I'm broke, but, bitch, I sell lots
Don't flex, that's what the fed wants

[Verse 2: LXXIV]
Junkies at the door, they wanna know what's available
I been handin' out menus like I'm servin' the table
I got pounds for the low, I got ket' on deck
I got weed all in my lungs, I don't remember what I said
Bitch, I'm rolling with some vets, you know they down to handle business
Rearrange your whole face, sent that boy right to the dentist, uh
Slidin' with precision, if you blink you might just miss it, uh
Blessin' all my opps with hollow tips, you'd think I'm Christian, huh
LX just gained a level, he acquainted with fellows that know the devil
Triple six on the metal, we came to settle
.38 and it's special, go hit the pedal, or you're dead in the whip
Dead where you sit, I get a bitch, suck like a tick (What? What? What? What?)
I got a fit that's all black, and I got the nails to match (What? What? What? What?)
That's prolly why she call me back, 'cause she want a killer that's down for real
I make all my opps squeal, I got that Glock, I keep it concealed
This shit not talk, I really got it, keep some red up in my tonic
Heard that bro was talkin' shit, now we got us a new assignment (Yeah)
It's a A-plus, can't fake us
RVMAN been on top, that ain't no fake love, we erase them
Yo' bitch got an A-cup, we don't want that, she basic
Find out where you stay, go to your crib and then we case it
Run through that bitch and take shit, uh