Bloody Night

Skeeo, you crazy

Look, uh, whoa, whoa, let's talk, nigga

Yeah, yeah, who said they gon' do somethin' to me?

Bitch ass nigga

You ain't tell nigga you don't wanna do nothin' with me

Yeah, look

Bitch, I got a problem, yeah, still don't need no Prada bag

Bought my bitch a Prada bag, she got the good ass and head

I'm a stolo baby, murder baby, 38 made me, nigga, yeah

City police could not tame me, so I heard that's why they had to call the feds

Come on, let's get it, run into you niggas, it's a bang out

Said they want beef, go and tell them bitches, "Say my name loud"

And I been official, hidin' dirty pistols at PowPow house

Man, my mama trippin', so y'all help my diss like, yeah, them all gone

Tryna leave who dead? Gon' lay and beg

Gon' lose your head, bitch (gon' lose your head, bitch)

Them boys you with, they scared to light

Turn red, we leave you dead with it

I'm smokin', tryna focus

Now called on me, pay her rent

Lil' posted nigga said that Quando got me tryna zoom shit

Been waitin' tote nines, it's like he ran up, switch 'em back with drums in

Shoot you in your front door, if you don't know

We don't choose, bitch, I don't pick (don't pick at all)

These niggas be tryna steal my style, don't try see what I'ma come with

But I ain't got Jason, so they fuck the engineer, I ain't no shit, now hold on

Shorty, uh, put that pussy on me, want me, I don't see

How lil' mama done fit all that ass up in those jeans

I got plenty hundreds on me, just want lean, I don't smoke weed

And I got a slime just for your slime for who wan' dome me

Bitch, I got a problem, yeah, still don't need no Prada bag

Bought my bitch a Prada bag, she got the good ass and head

I'm a solo baby, married baby, 38 made me, nigga, yeah

City police could not tame me

So I heard that's why they had to call the feds

Come on, let's get it, run into you niggas, it's a bang out

Said they want beef, go and tell them bitches "say my name loud"

And I been official, hidin' dirty pistols at PowPow house

Man, my mama trippin', so y'all help my diss like, yeah, them all gone

You'll lose your life

'Cause they been trippin', they can't wait 'til y'all make a wrong right

And that's exactly how that shit turn on a better night

Yup, you just don't know your life might end at the next green light

I just see inside your eyes that you ain't never been inside that car, nigga

You just grew around that shit, boy, you a bitch

And all them old-ass niggas that you be runnin' with

Gon' end up on some zombie shit from a headshot

When lil' bro and 'em swang the switch

Who that is, say they want Top pic? Gotta put 'em on my top list

I won't drop shit 'til I heard that he got blicks (yeah, he got blicks)

You see them bangin' green? Know that be my shit

I bossed it all, them boys they drop shit

Get a drop to show you they gon' stain you and who you with

They gon' stain you and your clique

Bitch, I got a problem, yeah, still don't need no Prada bag

Bought my bitch a Prada bag, she got the good ass and head

I'm a solo baby, married baby, 38 made me, nigga, yeah

Police could not tame me

So I heard that's why they had to call the feds

Come on, let's get it, run into you niggas, it's a bang out

Said they want beef, go and tell them bitches "say my name loud"

And I been official, hidin' dirty pistols at PowPow house

Man, my mama trippin', so y'all help my diss like, yeah, them all gone