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bloodie - get mad lyrics

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[intro: aj wvtts & bloodie]
grah, it’s that aj wvtts n+gga
(tahaa, it’s+it’s+it’s shomii on the beat, you already know he we rockin’ man)
o’s up, never gz
it’s a top opp situation
(gor on the track, b+tch—b+tch—ch)
it’s a top opp—
grrrrt
ahh

[chorus: bloodie & aj wvtts]
bro tried to run (ahh)
like, roll the window down, all he seen was the gun (ahh, bow)
seen the flash, he was stunned
like, 40 start barkin’, he thought he was done (ahh, haa)
i get mad, and go tweak
like, i get mad and go turn up the streets (ahh)
like, i get mad, send my drops on a spree
had them ‘lil n+ggas spin for a week (ahh)

[verse 1: bloodie & aj wvtts]
he was dissin’ on ‘dot, tryna see that boy dead
shot after shot, tryna take off his head
he was every o shot, he tryna see that boy—
he was every o shot, he got fillеd up with lead
how the f+ck n+ggas smokin’ my— (what?)
how the f+ck n+ggas smokin’ my dеad? (matt sav)
f+f+flock out the back, tryna take off a head
he was talkin’ on bro, he got put right to bed
t+t+that’s on bro we been spinnin’ for weeks
like, f+ck kev, got hit with the g (die rey)
ayo, bloodie, you see what i see?
i see the blast off, i’ma flock at the v (like, what?)
t+t+told melly, “just creep through the back”
oh, that’s shani right there? gettin’ mad
every opp b+tch ass is gettin’ clapped
they talkin’ on bro, this sh+t deeper than rap
i get mad and go spin on the— (ahh)
pour up the— (ahh)
bobby, lay (ahh)
[verse 2: bloodie & aj wvtts]
bro lost a left, that’s dumb
shot after shot, start wavin’ the gun
i+i+i told ’em, “pass off, my brother don’t run”
like, me and sb tryna turn ’em to runtz
like, bro i get bad, start wavin’ this chop
yeah, it’s too deep on 8th, tryna flock
every opp b+tch ass is gettin’
every opp b+tch ass is gettin’ flocked—

[chorus: bloodie & aj wvtts]
bro tried to run (ahh)
like, roll the window down, all he seen was the gun (ahh, bow)
seen the flash, he was stunned
like, 40 start barkin’, he thought he was done (ahh, haa)
i get mad, and go tweak
like, i get mad and go turn up the streets (ahh)
like, i get mad, send my drops on a spree
had them ‘lil n+ggas spin for a week (ahh)



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