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fredo bang - blood in the streets lyrics

[intro: fredo bang]
(ay southside, you ran off with this one)
ayy, 808 mafia
this that sh+t gon’ get a n+gga hit, huh?
this that sh+t gon’ make a opp flip, huh?
spin the block, broad day, let it rip, huh?

[verse 1: fredo bang]
i don’t wanna talk, f+ck a n+gga, he a b+tch (f+ck that n+gga)
they ain’t help me when i was down, now they all up on my d+ck (man, get off my d+ck)
masked up, .223s in the whip, slide quick (brrt)
n+gga talkin’ out his neck, left his brains on the strip (boom boom)
i ain’t never trust a soul, my own blood did me wrong (f+ck ‘em)
i ain’t never left the glock, bet this b+tch gon’ send ‘em home (bop bop)
hunnid rounds up in the k, b+tch i’m ready for the smoke
told my n+gga’ grab the chopper, let it sing, let it blow (bop bop)
i don’t need no new n+ggas, all my day ones tryna k!ll (k!ll ‘em)
n+ggas snitchin’ on thеy homies just to get a bettеr deal (rat)
keep a fully automatic, hollow tips gon’ make ‘em squeal (boom boom)
told my b+tch to hold the work, if the feds come, keep it sealed (shh)

[chorus: moneybagg yo]
even though i signed a deal, b+tch, i still be in the trenches (still here)
too much smoke, i can’t leave the glock, that b+tch stay in my britches (brrt)
n+ggas talkin’ like they gangsta till we pull up with them switches (blrrr)
all that cappin’ on the ‘gram, now he layin’ with the fishes (drown)
i can’t trust no n+gga, nah, i put that on my mama (nah)
say it’s up, then b+tch, it’s up, we bring them choppas out like drama (brrt)
i got racks up in my jeans, but i still spin like osama (spin)
if he talkin’ crazy, send his ass straight to the doctor (boom)
[verse 2: pooh shiesty]
ayy, bluurd, i’m in that h+llcat, swervin’ through the lanes (skrrt)
n+ggas play, we drop a body, then we slide off in the rain (brrt)
ain’t no love up in my city, all these n+ggas want some fame (facts)
we gon’ catch ‘em, stretch ‘em out, put that p+ssy on a chain (p+ssy)
my lil’ homie caught a body, now he screamin’ free the gang (free ‘em)
n+ggas know just how we rockin’, if it’s smoke, we let it bang (boom boom)
50 shots up out the mac, hit his stomach, made him fold (blrrt)
told that n+gga play it smart, but now his body turnin’ cold (ha)
blurred, b+tch, i’m certified, these rap n+ggas sweet like candy (p+ssy)
he was dissin’ on my dawg, now his face up on a banner (ha ha)
we ain’t arguin’ with no n+gga, we just pull up with them blammers (brrt)
b+tch, my glock stay with a d+ck, and i ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no grammar (boom)

[verse 3: est gee]
ayy, 100 racks up in my pocket, still’ll bust a n+gga dome (boom)
say my n+gga’ on that mission, best believe he make it home (facts)
gave that boy a hundred shots, now that lil’ n+gga a clone (cloned ‘em)
b+tch, i made it out the trenches, but my heart still made of stone (real)
ayy, these diamonds on my neck, they still remind me of my past (yeah)
i done lost so many n+ggas, i can’t help but want to crash (spin)
n+ggas see me in my bag, now these n+ggas wanna hate (hatin’)
i can get a n+gga dropped before i finish up my plate (bop bop)
yeah, that draco hold a hundred, let that motherf+cker spray (boom)
i got shooters in the cut, and they don’t even wanna wait (nah)
if we catch him out in traffic, let that fn eat his face (brrt)
b+tch, you talkin’ like you with it, we gon’ send you to them gates (ha ha)
[chorus: moneybagg yo]
even though i signed a deal, b+tch, i still be in the trenches (still here)
too much smoke, i can’t leave the glock, that b+tch stay in my britches (brrt)
n+ggas talkin’ like they gangsta till we pull up with them switches (blrrr)
all that cappin’ on the ‘gram, now he layin’ with the fishes (drown)
i can’t trust no n+gga, nah, i put that on my mama (nah)
say it’s up, then b+tch, it’s up, we bring them choppas out like drama (brrt)
i got racks up in my jeans, but i still spin like osama (spin)
if he talkin’ crazy, send his ass straight to the doctor (boom)

[outro: fredo bang]
yeah, b+tch, we really steppin’
ain’t no talkin’, we just pressin’
say you with it? why you stressin’?
drop a bag and let ‘em stretch ‘em (boom)
blood in the streets, n+gga, we ain’t never lackin’
catch ‘em out in traffic, bet that draco get to clappin’ (boom boom)

- fredo bang lyrics

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