Bloody Night

Skeeo, you crazy Look, uh, woah, woah, let's talk, nigga, yeah, yeah Who said they wanna do somethin' with me Bitch-ass nigga, you ain't tell me you wanted to do nothin' with me Yeah, look Chorus Bitch, I got a problem, yeah Still don't need no Prada bag Bought my bitch a Prada bag She got that 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 been dissing, say get 'em all gone Verse 1 Tryna leave who dead Gon' lay your bed, gon' losе your head, bitch The boys you with, they scarеd, the light turn red, we leave you dead with I'm smokin', tryna focus, now I'm callin', want me pay her rent Lil' pussy nigga say that Quando got me tryna slump shit BWay tote nines just like he Rondo, switch 'em back with drums in Shoot through your front door, if you don't know, we don't choose, bitch, I don't pick These niggas be tryna steal my style, don't try see what I'ma come with But I ain't got Jason, so they fucked, they engineer ain't on shit, now hold on Shorty wanna 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 wanna dome me Chorus Bitch, I got a problem, yeah Still don't need no Prada bag Bought my bitch a Prada bag She got that 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 been dissing, say get 'em all gone Verse 2 You'll lose your life 'Cause they been trailin', they can't wait 'til y'all make a wrong right And that's exactly how that shit turn on a bloody night Yep, 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 swing 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 blitzed Yeah, he got blitzed 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 Chorus Bitch, I got a problem, yeah Still don't need no Prada bag Bought my bitch a Prada bag She got that 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 been dissing, say get 'em all gone Outro Skeeo, you crazy