NO RAP CAP

[Intro]
Ayo, Lucas, you heard?
Ahh, nigga, ahh
Hardheaded, baby
Ahh, nigga, ahh
Ahh, ahh
Nigga, ahh
Nigga, ahh
Nigga, ahhhh

[Chorus: Bloodie, Roscoe G & Dudeylo]
Since we was 15, we was up on the board (Nigga, ahh)
Ahh, was the ones that was uppin' the score
Spin on your block, then we pray to the lord
Ahh, we threw shots, we ain’t care 'bout no girls
Ahh, ahh, make you run like a squirrel
Caught a shot and he danced on his block, we on 12
Don't move with Roscoe, won’t play with no heard
Throwin' shot after shot if the plug did me dirt
Had to walk on feet, we ain't have no V
Like, we was tryna flock from the B
Flock at that boy if he jack YG
Like, we tryna do 'em like—
We tryna do 'em likе N**
B-bend through that block where thе 8OH be
Opps in that mode, like, I'm tryna see somethin' go
The way Curt disappeared would've thought that it—
Ahh, I can’t believe he be hidin’
That was me, only options was violence
Like, you a grown man, nigga, why is you whinin'?
Ahh, ahh, get off your ass
Doin’ what? Nigga, come and get back
Brazzy, Vs, both of them tagged
I can't wait 'til I catch me a—
He got shot, he was chokin' on blood
Like, in the streets where they show you no love
Fi-fi-five deep, I was totin’ my—
Like, I had to put on my gloves
Like, and these niggas keep dissin' my—
Ahh, I had to show 'em what's up
(Nigga, ahh)
(Nigga, ahh ha)

[Verse: Bloodie]
Kyle Richh better stop actin' stuff (Lil bitch)
Lil Jenny get put in that trunk (Ahh ha)
Ahh, see TaTa, get beat with that gun (Grrah)
See 41, but, we not havin' fun
B-bl-black mask how we hop out that truck (Like, what?)
Big gun when you run into us (Ahh)
Ahh, send shots, but I bet you they run (Ahh)
Wait, big gun, make 'em give up them funds

[Chorus: Bloodie, Roscoe G & Dudeylo]
Since we was 15, we was up on the board (Nigga, ahh)
Ahh, was the ones that was uppin' the score
Spin on your block, then we pray to the lord
Ahh, we threw shots, we ain't care 'bout no girls
Ahh, ahh, make you run like a squirrel
Caught a shot, he danced on his block, we on 12
Don't move with Roscoe, won't play with no heard
Throwin' shot after shot if the plug did me dirt
Had to walk on feet, we ain't have no V
Like, we was tryna flock from the B
Flock at that boy if he jack YG
Like, we tryna do 'em like—
We tryna do 'em like N**
B-bend through that block where the 8OH be
Opps in that mode, like, I'm tryna see somethin' go
The way Curt disappeared would've thought that it—
Ahh, I can't believe you be hidin'
That was me, only options was violence
Like, you a grown man, nigga, why is you whinin'?
Ahh, ahh, get off your ass
Doin' what? Nigga, come and get back
Brazzy, Vs, both of them tagged
I can't wait 'til I catch me a—
He got shot, he was chokin' on blood
Like, in the streets where they show you no love
Fi-fi-five deep, I was totin' my—
Like, I had to put on my gloves
Like, and these niggas keep dissin' my—
Ahh, I had to show 'em what's up
(Nigga, ahh)
(Nigga, ahhhh)