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chuckyy - covered in blood lyrics

[intro]
you know how the f+ck we rockin’, man, these n+ggas tryna
these n+ggas tryna be like bath, these n+ggas tryna be like chuckyy, they tweakin’
these n+ggas is not tweakin’ on sh+t at all, man
these n+ggas ain’t runnin’ that sack up (ayy, ronny, that’s major)
these n+ggas stingy as h+ll, man, on foenem grave, n+gga (dmur3, you son of a b+tch)
dirty b+st+rds, uh

[verse]
ain’t gotta slide or go get no get back, we the one jump out first, head tap, uh (brrah, rrah)
we really knockin’ sh+t off the map (come here), .308 big as h+ll, took a chunk out his scalp (he dead)
uh, these n+ggas be runnin’ and do laps, whole time, me and foenem runnin’ through racks (ayy, racks)
n+ggas on my d+ck, tryna steal my flow, ain’t throwin’ no shot, i’ma keep it a stack (brrah, rrah, you know that)
i ain’t tryna kick it if you ain’t my blood, you could get the f+ck back (get the f+ck back)
i’m in cali’ smokin’ on dank, but i’m chillin’ with dank, just boolin’, relax (what you on?)
got some tweakers that’s up in the cut and they ready to do it, they booted off x (they’ll blitz you)
i’m really a tweaker for real, i ain’t just sayin’ sh+t, i’ll do it, relax (i’m a maniac, i’m a rich+ass maniac)
soon as you bend that corner, run through the crib on feet, we gon’ creep through the back (we gon’ creep through the back)
bath fackin’ her ass, they padded a trackhawk jeep and three new scats (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
opp thirsty to blast, he know the tweaker right behind him and right on ass (rrah, rrah, rrah)
we’ll get on your ass for tweakin’ and frontin’ your move, let us know it’s that (grr, grr, grr)
man, the opps hidin’, n+ggas get wrapped up, every day, n+ggas get clapped up (what’s up? what you on?)
nine time out of ten, i ain’t call for backup, 10 mil’, that’s my backup (grr, grr, grr)
i got some sh+t put his ass on the ground, lift his dumb ass back up (back up, back up)
fyi, bloodbath do no slackin’, we team no lackin’
all my n+ggas be pistol packers and pistol clappers (packin’, packin’, on foenem)
i can’t make this up, can’t do no bappin’, i’m born a savage
who really rich? i’ll up a honeybun and two make you madder
pull a srt jeep off, she say that sh+t make her wetter
if you know me, then you know i like money, guns, and the cheddar
but i also like bodies and blood, think i got a fetish
put a n+gga right up in the tub, it’s just gettin’ redder (muddy, muddy)
all these n+ggas get covered in blood (blood, blood)
n+ggas get covered in blood (blood)
these n+ggas get covered in blood, it’s gettin’ redder (brr, brr)
these n+ggas get covered in blood, huh (brr)
all these n+ggas get covered in blood, it’s just gettin’ redder
i wish i got money without the fame
new trackhawk jeep, just blew the brain (frr)
the white kids wanna take pictures with me, so that showed me i carved some things (what’s up, lil’ dude?)
been runnin’ this money up, i won’t stop
got a family to feed, i’ma get to the top
we still play cuts, we’ll hit that block (brrah, bah, bah, bah)
brr, he got hit with a chop (brr)
[outro]
he got hit with a chop, man down
he got hit with a chop, n+gga, it cook his mind, uh
you know how the f+ck we rockin’, gettin’ that bath, n+gga
you know that, n+gga
gettin’ that dub on me in the stu’, n+gga
gettin’ that, gettin’ that ketchup, dumbass n+gga, no mustard, goofy

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