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famouss richard, montannaatm, tsg draco, tsg lil cas - blood spillers pt 2 lyrics

[intro: famouss richard]
ayy, go
i know a opp that traded in his pole, on bd
get wild, ayy, go (d+mn, milioo, this sh+t fuego)

[verse 1: famouss richard]
livin’ life like players club, you dollar bill and my b+tch diamond
i ain’t nevеr signed no deal, won’t sell my soul, b+tch, i ain’t signin’
and thе ‘raq can’t count me out ’cause, b+tch, i ain’t never need cosignin’

[chorus: famouss richard]
i know a opp that traded in his pole and i know a opp died walkin’ through alleys
i seen a goofy that be on the internet trollin’, goofy got left out in cali
i know a b+tch that merch on her kids and still be lyin’, that sh+t ain’t valid
she wanna f+ck, but her sh+t stink, she don’t even take care of her ph balance
micro drac’, we all got switch and switch the crowd up, we on timin’
left him bald like amber rose, them jalapeños burned his linin’
ayy, go, them jalapeños burned his linin’
[verse 2: montannaatm]
money long, don’t give no f+ck, i told that b+tch, “look at my diamonds” (look at ’em, man)
i’m gon’ pop it with no deal, it’s on the floor, lil’ b+tch, i got it (lil’ b+tch, i got it)
b+tch, you need exotic ps, got percs and leans, b+tch, is you shoppin’? (b+tch, is you shoppin’?)
on the block, got dracs and switches, them 7.62s break his balance (they break his balance)
h+llstar with amiri jeans, this for the feds, i heard they watchin’ (i heard they watchin’)
i know a opp got hit on the 1 and i know a n+gga got chased through a alley (got chased through a alley)
make the wrong move and foenem stand over his ass, then we catch a flight out to cali (we out in cali)
b+tch wanna f+ck for this lil’ birkin, that sh+t dead, i took her to bally’s (i took her to bally’s)
i was that n+gga before i knew i was
this sh+t on the floor, they know that we got it (they know that we got it)

[verse 3: tsg draco]
n+ggas be bap (they bappin’), they know they can’t post at the store (brr), we spinnin’ that b+tch, you get clapped
tough on the ‘net like you be in the streets (you in the what?), lil’ boy, that sh+t just be for the app (the what?)
remember them days we was all through the trap (go) just plottin’ on a n+gga, tryna take us a rack (take ‘nem)
know we got glocks all through the track, i’ma hawk his ass down, get us close ’til he splat (brr, bah, bah)
foenem some vultures, they close sh+t in (get ’em)
shots goin’ off, n+ggas froze again (you know that)
i’m used to wrappin’ sh+t, not with the rappin’ sh+t, bro told me get on the road with him
nah, i ain’t tryna spin if it ain’t ’bout them ms
lil’ thick b+tch pop out, she bringin’ her friends (go)
she tryna f+ck in the back of the maybach truck with the curtains, i don’t need the tint

[verse 4: tsg lil cas]
n+ggas keep mentionin’ take like we ain’t the ones, n+ggas done died ’bout this sh+t (n+ggas done died ’bout this sh+t, for real)
they up in traffic, four n+ggas with shiesties and guns, we tryna bail out this b+tch (bail out)
hawk him down, that n+gga was tryna run, the bullets was burpin’ the b+tch (where you goin’?)
man, we pull up black truck, man, the opps be broke as f+ck ridin’ suburbans and sh+t
i get the calls that the opps frontline, i’ma swing all alone, i don’t need no help (i don’t need no help)
f+ck n+ggas be dissin’ the take, that’s ’cause we the ones puttin’ belt all over they set (belt to ass)
catch us a n+gga at pump three and box him in, we leave him dumb ass in the gas
when i’m at the pump, h+ll nah, i don’t play, pumpin’ the g with the switch in my hand (you know that)
forever gon’ stick with my takers, a n+gga try crossin’ this line, his ass gettin’ belt (for real)
b+tch, we’ll get to stackin’ up bodies like can goods and line they dumb ass on the shelf (what?)
them n+ggas tryna hit he 8, hit they mans with a head tap, left his dumb ass needin’ help (b+tch)
when one our opps had died, my brother had told ’em he dead, they ass ain’t care (for real)
n+gga tryna run when i hopped out the v, so i was chasin’ him down, n+gga got me out of breath
the moment he tripped and fell, i was bumpin’ the switch at his ear, hot sh+t takin’ his breath (come here, come here)
if 12 come and get me right now, i’ma act like i’m sped, i don’t even know where i’m at (don’t even know where i’m at)
these n+ggas be committin’ the crime, ain’t built for the time and be quick to go give up they set
i just got me a new b+tch to throw on the opps, they ain’t even gon’ know how to act
the first n+gga think with his d+ck, his ass gettin’ dropped and taken somewhere in the back (b+tch)

- famouss richard montannaatm tsg draco tsg lil cas lyrics

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