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killa renz - bloody motion lyrics

[intro]
(808 mafia)
b+tch, we outside, better keep that fire
fah, fah, fah, fah
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
nah, i ain’t no rapper, b+tch, i’m a stepper, try me, i’m uppin’ that cutter (brr)
we spin they block, hop out with switches, tryna put one in his brother (skrrt, skrrt)
they talk that sh+t, but ain’t on nothin’, seen me in person, they stutter (p+ssy)
hollows hot, cooked him like supper, left that lil’ boy in the gutter (boom, boom)
blood on my hands, but i still ain’t stressin’
i keep a glock, i ain’t learn no lesson (nah)
ain’t with the talkin’, ain’t sendin’ no message
b+tch, i’m outside, tryna teach him a lesson (fah, fah)
white tee stained, ain’t sh+t for discussion
chop make a opp do flips like a russian (b+tch)
bro caught onе, but we still ain’t done
spend back ’round, tryna slump his cousin (comе here)

[verse]
big fn, gon’ rock his sh+t
caught him in traffic, we stopped his whip (boom)
switch on the glock, ain’t no way he gon’ live
ain’t talkin’ ’bout drills if you ain’t did a hit (nah)
backdoor wide, we slid with a broom
talkin’ that sh+t, put his ass on the news (fah)
n+ggas be cappin’, ain’t sendin’ no shots
heard he got hit, now he cryin’ to dudes (p+ssy)
beam on his head, ain’t talkin’ no game
he tried to run, but he ain’t have the pace (come here)
bro in the cut, he clutchin’ that drac’
f+cked up his chest, made his body deflate (boom)
ain’t no remorse, ain’t showin’ no pity
glock got a d+ck, leave holes in his fitted
too many clips, we shoot like the pistons
shut his ass up if he talkin’ too silly (fah)
[interlude]
yeah, yeah
this that bl++dy motion, b+tch
better duck when we slide, n+gga
fah, fah, fah

[chorus]
nah, i ain’t no rapper, b+tch, i’m a stepper, try me, i’m uppin’ that cutter (brr)
we spin they block, hop out with switches, tryna put one in his brother (skrrt, skrrt)
they talk that sh+t, but ain’t on nothin’, seen me in person, they stutter (p+ssy)
hollows hot, cooked him like supper, left that lil’ boy in the gutter (boom, boom)
blood on my hands, but i still ain’t stressin’
i keep a glock, i ain’t learn no lesson (nah)
ain’t with the talkin’, ain’t sendin’ no message
b+tch, i’m outside, tryna teach him a lesson (fah, fah)
white tee stained, ain’t sh+t for discussion
chop make a opp do flips like a russian (b+tch)
bro caught one, but we still ain’t done
spend back ’round, tryna slump his cousin (come here)

[outro]
fah, fah, fah
bl++dy motion, b+tch
yeah, yeah
f+ck them n+ggas, we up, b+tch

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