Lyrics: Bleood Archive
Music: Bleood Archive
(Holy shit) What? What?
(H-holy shit) What? What? (Ho—)
Bitch, I step out fitted
ARP blitzin', Rock Lee, hit 'em
**** my ex, she said that she miss me
Pop so many tags, every day like Christmas (Ooh, ooh)
Bitch, don't step in my kitchen
Molly water what I'm whippin'
****-nigga, mind your business
We in the Maybach limo, sippin'
We in the Maybach limo, sippin'
Said she need crutches, I was too deep in her
Kickin' shit, you my son, I'm Master Splinter
She said, "I'm cold," bitch, like the winter
Kick it with my clan, we some bread-winners
Like, how many bullets can hit your body?
Like, how many pellets can come out the shotty?
Like, how many bullets can hit your body?
Like, how many pellets can come out the shotty?
Like, I'm tryna take a flight to Nagasaki
If I'm in the court, keep passin' me the ball (Woo)
This ho tryna take off the Chrome Hearts drawers
Yeah, I got the UC Winter and Fall
I'm geeked off the— I'm geeked off the— I'm geeked off the pill
Geeked off the— geeked off, geeked off, I'm geeked off the pill
Ooh, ooh, hey, r-ridin' Mercedes, we movin' the mother****in' wheel
Geeked off the—, ooh, ooh, I-I just went, flooded my neck, I think I got gills
Geeked off the— hey, hey, all of my brothers is ready to muh'****in' kill
Ooh, hey, hey, my mama can't wait 'til I sign for that muh'****in' mil'
I'm geeked off the pill, hey, hey, I-I just been posted with bleood, we poppin' the seals
Ooh, I'm geeked off the pill, I'm geeked off the— I'm geeked off the pill
I'm geeked off the— geeked off, geeked off, I'm geeked off the pill
Ooh, hey, hey, I-I just went, flooded my neck, I think I got gills
Ooh, ooh, hey, r-ridin' Mercedes, we movin' the mother****in' wheel
Ooh, hey, hey, I-I just been posted with bleood, we poppin' the seals
Ooh, I'm geeked off the pill, I'm geeked off the— I'm geeked off the pill
I'm geeked off the— geeked off, geeked off, I'm geeked off the pill
Bitch, I step out fitted
ARP blitzin', Rock Lee, hit 'em
**** my ex, she said that she miss me
Pop so many tags, every day like Christmas (Ooh, ooh)
Bitch, don't step in my kitchen
Molly water what I'm whippin' (I'm geeked off the pill)
****-nigga, mind your business
We in the Maybach limo, sippin'
We in the Maybach limo, sippin' (I'm geeked off the pill)
Said she need crutches, I was too deep in her
Kickin' shit, you my son, I'm Master Splinter
She said, "I'm cold," bitch, like the winter
Kick it with my clan, we some bread-winners
Like, how many bullets can hit your body? (Boop)
Like, how many pellets can come out the shotty?
Like, how many bullets can hit your body?
Like, how many pellets can come out the shotty?
Like, how many bullets can hit your body?
Like, how many pellets can come out the shotty?
Like, how many bullets can hit your body? (Boop, ooh, ooh)
Like, how—?
I'm geeked off the— I'm geeked off the pill (What? What?)
I'm geeked off the— I'm geeked off the— I'm geeked off the pill (What? What?)