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realbleeda – murder business lyrics

[intro]
(what up, demoe?)

[chorus]
i won’t talk on the phone ’cause, b+tch, we really ’bout that murder business
yeah, b+tch, we step for real, we step for real, know it’s gon’ be a k!lling
when we bend your block and load up chops with lots of ammunition
won’t stop shootin’ ’til it stop, i work my shoulder, i ain’t never missing
hit his top, make him lock, put the b+tch straight on his knees
i could’ve used the glock, my n+gga, but i used the arp
just got the drop, i’m pullin’ up, b+tch, i’m hoppin’ out on feet
b+tch, it’s realbleeda, b+tch, you know i’m known for makin’ n+ggas bleed
[verse 1]
when it’s rainin’ shots, p+ssy n+gga, you could hear a pin drop, say i stood over dude
sh+t, i know he dead, p+ssy n+gga, you don’t gotta watch the news, see, this what i do
off a couple steps, lеt ’em hear that boom
then watch him slidе out his shoes
oh, he got bodies, my n+gga? f+ck it, let me add the two
you know you can lose your life and you can’t bring your pistol with you
and we put big+ass holes in his body, they only see ’em on his insta picture
man, my mind be on violence, i be tryna think about how i’ma do a n+gga
and i don’t ever think too long because i know that i’ma shoot a n+gga

[verse 2]
glock 17, i’m just nineteen, y’all n+ggas gon’ be on that shelf
tell me why you gon’ talk ’bout you gon’ take somethin’ from me? he could take a bullet, it’s gon’ take his breath
you that i’m shooting ’til ain’t nothin’ left
you know that’s for sure that i’m comin’ with steps
i don’t wear no belt, that glock gon’ hold my pants
them bands finna get your mans
and i really don’t gotta spin
where i catch you lackin’, that’s your end
all these bl++dy scenes, i’m thinking ’bout comin’ out with the bl++dy man
turn your b+tch bl++dy man
with chopper sh+lls, droppin’ back to back while i spin
yeah, i zipped the b+tch, if i could, i’d k!ll a b+tch again
[chorus]
i won’t talk on the phone ’cause, b+tch, we really ’bout that murder business
yeah, b+tch, we step for real, we step for real, know it’s gon’ be a k!lling
when we bend your block and load up chops with lots of ammunition
won’t stop shootin’ ’til it stop, i work my shoulder, i ain’t never missing
hit his top, make him lock, put the b+tch straight on his knees
i could’ve used the glock, my n+gga, but i used the arp
just got the drop, i’m pullin’ up, b+tch, i’m hoppin’ out on feet
b+tch, it’s realbleeda, b+tch, you know i’m known for makin’ n+ggas bleed

- realbleeda lyrics

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