CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Back In Blood (Freestyle)

(Be the B chain, n***a)
So I'ma be honest
(Lil' bitty b*t*h)
I don't know how to count bars
Yeah, BreadWinner, [?] lil' bitty b*t*h, [?]
I used to count to sell bars
Huh
Brasi
(We can get messy around here)
(Alumni)

I can't pop no bottles in this b*t*h, why we celebratin'?
I'm who all my partners go against, everybody changing
Ain't no sense in tryna tone it down, they already hate me
I ain't in nobody paperwork, I ain't making statements (Uh-huh)
Been a soldier, been on solo missions, I'm already gangsta (I'm already gangsta)
Wrecked the Lambo, son to hear that Brasi, I wasn't 'posed to make it (I wasn't 'posed to make it)
In your feelings 'causе I f**ked your wife, controllin' her with Lamba
In hеr throat, she [?] on that pipe, I throw it in her tonsils
I hit her with that motorbike and she not unresponsive
Legs behind her head and the d**k go in her stomach
She just told lil' Kevin that she feel it in her tummy
Her n***a keep security with him, she know he not thuggin'
That lil' body you ain't catch, you just shot that b*t*h and ran
Brasi, all the opps we stain, hit that b*t*h until it jam
I'm in popular demand, cryptocurrency and bands
I know real n***as who trapped, I know real n***as who scammed
Asian can't see in Seattle, we gon' thumb through that by hand
Private jet with Jada Washington, developing a strain
Before lobster, it was cereal and window unit fans
b*t*h I'm mafia material, could never take the stand
This lil' bopper she do miracles, now watch her move that ass
Out the plane, let out the parachute, and then went got a bag
I'm like Puerto Rico Johnny with them bricks, I'm driving fast
I was on the phone with Draco out in ClayCo doing a dash
n***a play with me 'bout Mazi, I'ma spin around and crash
sh*t I'll grab you all in traffic, put that package on your fam
Diamond tennis bracelets fit my pedigree, they make my wrists glisten
Amphetamines don't get the best of me, I get to thinkin' different
I say lil' b*t*h
Before lobster, it was cereal and window unit fans
b*t*h, I'm mafia material, could never take the stand
Before lobster, it was cereal and window unit fans
b*t*h, I'm mafia material, could never take the stand
This lil' bopper she do miracles, now watch her wop that ass
Out the plane, let out the parachute, and then went got a bag

And then went got a bag (Got a bag)
And then went got a bag (Got a bag)
Sayin', and then went got a bag
b*t*h I'm mafia material, could never take the stand (Take the stand, take the stand)
Then went got a bag (Then went got a bag)