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lirik lagu drop1 - bloody syrup

i went hand to hand—
we jump out, cook ya man, he ain’t gettin’ up

they say it’s smoke in the air
but i’m gettin’ high off the dead—n~~~a punchin’ my lungs

sht, i’m high as a kite
i ran down, bl!ckin’ a n~~a—he couldn’t even fight it

all these b~ttons and chops
they wanna put us in the cage, they tryna indict us

bro put a switch on his face—
that n~~~a had talks with the reaper, his body on fire

go get the shovel, i’m diggin’ this lil’ n~~~a grave
he ‘bout to go sleep with the devil

layin’ in blood, bustin’ a glock 23
i had to go swap out the muzzle

lil’ b~h givin’ me head, but she gettin’ mad
at the kid ‘cause i ain’t wanna fk her

i’m seein’ souls in red—a murdеr’ll tell you a man
that sh~t was disgusting
that na said he a k!ller
but hе a bh—he ain’t did nothin’

choppa drop you a hundred
i pour a four to the face like lucki

jump out the v with a drac and a b~tton
when i’m chasin’ a opp, my blood start rushin’

he already done
we givin’ him overtime like the thompson twins

if i’m on the hit
you can bet i’ma bring back a head

y’all n~~~~s better check my spreads
we flamin’ him up—but he already dead

he was dyin’ alone
he ain’t die with his friends

face shot—
they ain’t even check on his head

you blow off his mind
when you cut off his dreads
i’ma shoot him like redd and ray
i make him say, “what the f~~k he say?”

swing my net, then go grab me a n~~~a—
now i got the shark t~~th eatin’ his face

we box him in—he ain’t got no sp~ce
they bring up them bodies? i’m closin’ my mouth and ears
‘cause i ain’t got nothin’ to say

me and sos like vince and t~mac
that’s my twin—like cody and zay

y’all ns been workin’ y’all defense
them rap ns still pop out in black

i can’t bring my lil’ bro around no rap n~~~~s—
he don’t know how to act

when they bring up them bodies
i ain’t got sh~t to say—so you better not ask

bro keep swingin’ me tech—
i’m puttin’ a deuce in each cup, he don’t know what to hand me

i did a trick with the tris
i’m sippin’ the co’~prometh’ inside of a stanley
we turned his head to a bowl
the way i start twistin’ the akorn pint—i’m feelin’ like sandy

yn fly as a bird, this b~~~h callin’ me daddy—
i ain’t even stuntin’

the opps tryna make it out rappin’
‘bout to start tellin’ the labels they better start runnin’

i got the 4 on the back like dak
bro said it was quagen—i ended up throwin’ it back

this bh givin’ me neck
i’m d~mn near beggin’ her stop, but the bh keep goin’

we got lean and switches—
if you got a b~tton on your gun, how is you missin’?

your brother been dead for so long
n~~~a might start to rodman—just like dennis

i got so d~mn high
i start tellin’ this b~~~h i love her—nah, i’m just kiddin’

he tryna keep p
but it ain’t no way—i just keep on fkin’ his b~hes

i’m makin’ money off rap—
we wacked y’all lil’ homie, y’all ain’t do nothin’

i put the turkey to his mind
bro playin’ clean~up—tryna fill him with stuffing

we got the drop on this n~~~a—he dunyun
boy, this drac—you ain’t doin’ no runnin’

i fked a b~tch inside a x
she was hittin’ my cup—man, that b~~h got lucki

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