CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Bloody Vengeance
Lemme tell ya right now I ain’t even boutta play witcha
My n***a locked up doin time and now ya talkin sh*t you really is a lame n***a
Had b*t*hes talkin like you realer then the rest but then I find out you the same n***a
They dubbed ya out inside ya own hood yet ya still talm bout you got the gang witcha
Stop allat cappin sh*t f**k n***a
Got popped in ya lip then called up ya luh friends but you don't know that they do not f**k witcha
Cause even they know you a f**k n***a
Yeen know that when had you jumped n***a?
It was you and ya brotha got beat up for runnin ya mouth so it's time to shut up n***a
Just step out the house and come up the street and lеmme show you that yeen a tough n***a
Cause I can go really insanе
When I put that iron on him he done switched up his tone feel like I'm makin change
b*t*h I have that 30 stickin out the deagle you play imma let that b*t*h bang
And that sh*t go for anybody any problem you got ain't worth gettin slained
Slay these n***as like hair did by DD
Play with her we gone see you on TV
CBS CNN and BBC
Then turn you to a meme on ig
I remember when they used to try me
I just wanted a damn nice guy
Nothing but disrespect is what I got
Now I beat n***as up call me popeye
Pull that fye and I cook him like popeyes
Why the f**k is you yellin my n***a?
Cause I done got sick of suppressing the other side it's time to release the killer
And I'm killin everything, f**kin up the game, it's like they can't do nun wit him
I'm a beast in these streets, so stop playin wimme, fo they find ya ass in the river
Ya ask for it Imma deliver
He must really think he UPS or somn?
Why he rappin like he really just the best or somn?
Like he tryna get some sh*t up off his chest or somn?
How bout he just gone and lay that sh*t to rest or somn?
Yea, how bout you say that to me?
How bout I come and beat ya to sleep?
Wake up look for the rest of ya teeth
Make a n***a sit back, if you see me uppin glizzy it won't click clack
When I get to spittin that fire I need tick tack, Imma do em dirty like waka this is a mismatch
Why is you poppin that sh*t to the dispatch? Internet woofin no I am not wit dat
Trippin bout b*t*hes boii I do not get that
You f**k fat hoes, big body and big back
I am the king of this sh*t don't forget that
I am the king of the jungle
Might become the king of the hill
You n***as better start duckin and hidin if I hit these streets forreal
You can't name a n***a that's better than me who be killin these beats forreal
If you got a problem I'm sure I can solve it b*t*h come up the street, I'm here
Might buss a few bricks, Shaquille
Might hit a few licks, forreal
Yall been on my d**k, forreal
Got Glocks with them d**ks, concealed
I'm flippin the script, DeMille
It's time to go run up them hunnids
Keep talkin that sh*t, get killed
Man go focus on making some money
My n***a locked up doin time and now ya talkin sh*t you really is a lame n***a
Had b*t*hes talkin like you realer then the rest but then I find out you the same n***a
They dubbed ya out inside ya own hood yet ya still talm bout you got the gang witcha
Stop allat cappin sh*t f**k n***a
Got popped in ya lip then called up ya luh friends but you don't know that they do not f**k witcha
Cause even they know you a f**k n***a
Yeen know that when had you jumped n***a?
It was you and ya brotha got beat up for runnin ya mouth so it's time to shut up n***a
Just step out the house and come up the street and lеmme show you that yeen a tough n***a
Cause I can go really insanе
When I put that iron on him he done switched up his tone feel like I'm makin change
b*t*h I have that 30 stickin out the deagle you play imma let that b*t*h bang
And that sh*t go for anybody any problem you got ain't worth gettin slained
Slay these n***as like hair did by DD
Play with her we gone see you on TV
CBS CNN and BBC
Then turn you to a meme on ig
I remember when they used to try me
I just wanted a damn nice guy
Nothing but disrespect is what I got
Now I beat n***as up call me popeye
Pull that fye and I cook him like popeyes
Why the f**k is you yellin my n***a?
Cause I done got sick of suppressing the other side it's time to release the killer
And I'm killin everything, f**kin up the game, it's like they can't do nun wit him
I'm a beast in these streets, so stop playin wimme, fo they find ya ass in the river
Ya ask for it Imma deliver
He must really think he UPS or somn?
Why he rappin like he really just the best or somn?
Like he tryna get some sh*t up off his chest or somn?
How bout he just gone and lay that sh*t to rest or somn?
Yea, how bout you say that to me?
How bout I come and beat ya to sleep?
Wake up look for the rest of ya teeth
Make a n***a sit back, if you see me uppin glizzy it won't click clack
When I get to spittin that fire I need tick tack, Imma do em dirty like waka this is a mismatch
Why is you poppin that sh*t to the dispatch? Internet woofin no I am not wit dat
Trippin bout b*t*hes boii I do not get that
You f**k fat hoes, big body and big back
I am the king of this sh*t don't forget that
I am the king of the jungle
Might become the king of the hill
You n***as better start duckin and hidin if I hit these streets forreal
You can't name a n***a that's better than me who be killin these beats forreal
If you got a problem I'm sure I can solve it b*t*h come up the street, I'm here
Might buss a few bricks, Shaquille
Might hit a few licks, forreal
Yall been on my d**k, forreal
Got Glocks with them d**ks, concealed
I'm flippin the script, DeMille
It's time to go run up them hunnids
Keep talkin that sh*t, get killed
Man go focus on making some money
