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screwly g - bleed out red lyrics

[intro]
mmm
mmm
(mula we love you)

[chorus]
f+ck them n+ggas that’s dead uh
make the opp n+ggas bleed out red uh
be wit some k!llers who k!lled a few k!llers
we the lil n+ggas that spin uh
posting his pictures, for that we ‘gon k!ll him
he shoulda died wit his man’s uh
catch him and clap him like garbage we bag him
jump out the back of the benz

[verse]
uh, we get the lo and we spin
caught a hat tryna do it again
back hitting blocks, putting shots in the wind
die for respect, die for my blood, and i’ll die for my man’s
just cause you my partner don’t mean that you come around me and just hold out yo hands
uh, them n+ggas ain’t opps they fans
bro say i’m thе man wit the plan
only the fam ‘round me no friеnds
most of these n+ggas ain’t slide for they guys
but cappin wit opps on the gram
tell my shorty nem slide ain’t droppin no bag, catch a k!ll off the love when we blam
(mula we love you)
uh, who said we ain’t getting pape?
me and cuz at the trap all day
i’ll bail out the strike wit big ass drac
roll up a opp how i start my day
can’t name a opp off the top we ain’t spank
wanna crash out but i know that i can’t
mixing pain wit the drugs tryna think (think)
codeine imma sip that drank
n+gga touch me, get shot ‘fore he blink
earn my stripes in the streets got rank
lay in my bed, tryna sleep but i can’t
kicking sh+t wit the reaper, i’m staying up late
i’m at war wit myself, might blow out my brains
since boogie been gone, over east ain’t the same
lost some n+ggas i love who ain’t even dead but they changed
it was stormy, got left in the rain
pain overflow but i try to maintain
head hanging low, lost my bro i’m ashamed
heart shattered in pieces, left burnin in flames
put in work for the block and the gang
i’m a known face, in the streets got a name
scope on the chop just to help wit when i aim
damaged my managed, long live [?]
‘member them nights we hit three in a row
‘member them nights i had no where to go
stuck on the block tryna crash wit no hope
mixing pain wit the drugs, getting high tryna cope
wanna die, wanna live, sometimes i don’t know
thoughts of hanging myself but i didn’t have a rope
all alone in my room, shedding tears, writing notes
mixing xans wit the percs, feel i might overdose (n+gga)
uh, shot my brother, them n+ggas in trouble
[?] of brains and they know i’m the muscle
knee deep in the trenches wit k!llers and devils
mention my cousin, i pick up my shovel
go dig his grave, opps better be careful
safe wit the gunnas, outside know it’s several
can’t do what i do, opps not on my level
tell me know have you seen a hummy
still will suit up f+ck rap, we be gunnin
pull up on blocks, blow at opps they be runnin
post at the trap tryna get me some money
trap through the day and at night we be huntin
burden on my heart from the past and it haunt me
boog died in my arms, couldn’t except [?]
my lil cousin got shot, caught a opp shot a hunnid
(pow, pow, pow)
uh, we the opps know we leave n+ggas bl++dy
in the car wit the chop, i ain’t clubbin
last n+gga caught, got holes in his stomach
n+ggas be cappin they know i’ll dump it
and a opp n+gga died and they making assumptions
touch one of mines, watch a n+gga get punished
stuck in the dark wit no light like a dungeon (mula we love you)
f+ck rap i just wanna go gunnin
n+ggas be hating ‘cause they broke and they bummy
strung out on them percs i’m into it wit junkies
bugging up wit the guys but ain’t slide on them flunkies
we can fight, we can shoot that ain’t nothing
put the stick on whoever if you ain’t my cousin
n+ggas askin for features they see that i’m buzzin
ain’t no love for them n+ggas, ain’t standing on nothing
hit his head, left his sh+t like a pumpkin
body shots wit the glock, i ain’t doing no punching
no i ain’t friendly, n0body i’m trusting
they’ll die if they try, ever glock got a b+tton
spin for my bro like i spin for my cousin
all we had was each other when we ain’t have nothing
we the young n+ggas that’s spinnin and gunnin
quit claiming them bodies if you ain’t who done it
[chorus]
f+ck them n+ggas that’s dead uh
make the opp n+ggas bleed out red uh
be wit some k!llers who k!lled a few k!llers
we the lil n+ggas that spin uh
posting his pictures, for that we ‘gon k!ll him
he shoulda died wit his man’s uh
catch him and clap him like garbage we bag him
jump out the back of the benz (jump out the back of the benz)

- screwly g lyrics

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