موزیک زردیس

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Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood

Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop

Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood

Cover fire

I need a rumor

You’re a school shooter

A problematic desire

I’m just a gun with the hire

Pop your skull and your tires

I want your feeling and everything in your fiber

Uh, uh, uh, uh

And I’m popping bubblegum

Yeah, I feel you on my tongue

Lick across the clip of my gun

Am I, am I in love

Or am I off the drugs?

Your girl say I … like a thug

She want …over blunts

Let the chains hit her face

Gunshots feel like a blade

Swerve the car, make me race

Suicide’s a mistake

Snipers chill with berets

Push you off of the edge

Throwing knife, like, pick your fight

Pussy boy, I wanna see my bride

I feel like Xzibit ’cause I pimp my ride

Yeah, … just want you to pick up your side

Thoughts contrived, yeah, baby

I can never do right in your mind

It’s just so hard to stay attached to this world

Love you like matter

MP5 like scatter

Blunts just leaves me staggered

Got 12 on me

Won’t let me be

Got gummy worms stuck in my teeth

I seen her face, I’m that OG

Grapple tape on my SMG

Talk, talk, talk but you won’t beat me

Cover fire

I need a rumor

I’m just cooler

All right, IG

I had a, had a hard workout today but

I’ll see y’all later

What’s up, boy?

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(Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood)

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