Blood Sucker
Niggas Out Here Blood Suckers
Thought I had love for you called your ass my blood brother
I was bussing slugs for you
Hop out that cut with you
Give they ass a dub with you
Now I can not fuck with you
You been moving funny now I thinking it's the drugs in you
I can't put my trust in you
All the shit you did nigga
You must think I'm dumb nigga
You was played from the start
Should of listen to your ass when you said I play my part
You a never have a heart
Snaking all the guys pussy nigga you know where you are
Ian gotta say name
Switching for some pussy bitch nigga you aint fucking gang
I can't look at you the same
Man I really fuck with you why the fuck you went and change
Tell me why you switching sides I need to know
Cuz you ain't right
I'm up and I
Can't decide
If you should live
Or you should die
Cuz you was my homie
But you acting phony
Act uion kno me
Cuz you know you owe me
You slither like kobe
You try and hoe me
But that was the old me
I wish you ain't know me
Niggas Out Here Blood Suckers
Thought I had love for you called your ass my blood brother
I was bussing slugs for you
Hop out that cut with you
Give they ass a dub with you
Now I can not fuck with you
You been moving funny now I thinking it's the drugs in you
I can't put my trust in you
All the shit you did nigga
You must think I'm dumb nigga
It's a lot of animosity but theses niggas won't approach me
They be hating it's below me
Fuck his bitch I bet she know me
We ain't coming to play
We find out where he lay
We smoke him make him pay
And put him on display
Ian have no where to stay
Them hallows love to pray
They shoot with no delay
Them niggas just portray
They do it for display
We ash him like a trey
How could you up and trade
I feel so deceived
Man I can't even believe
How could you up and leave
This pain eating me
But ain't no change in me
Hallows then melt his top
So don't come play with me
I murder any beat
We track him down on feet
Left him dead on the street
He face up on the t
I'm tired of poverty
Trynna buy some property
Make it up theses streets
Can't be another deceased
Told him RIP
He put his hands in grease
So foe nem pop his t
Thought I had love for you called your ass my blood brother
I was bussing slugs for you
Hop out that cut with you
Give they ass a dub with you
Now I can not fuck with you
You been moving funny now I thinking it's the drugs in you
I can't put my trust in you
All the shit you did nigga
You must think I'm dumb nigga
You was played from the start
Should of listen to your ass when you said I play my part
You a never have a heart
Snaking all the guys pussy nigga you know where you are
Ian gotta say name
Switching for some pussy bitch nigga you aint fucking gang
I can't look at you the same
Man I really fuck with you why the fuck you went and change
Tell me why you switching sides I need to know
Cuz you ain't right
I'm up and I
Can't decide
If you should live
Or you should die
Cuz you was my homie
But you acting phony
Act uion kno me
Cuz you know you owe me
You slither like kobe
You try and hoe me
But that was the old me
I wish you ain't know me
Niggas Out Here Blood Suckers
Thought I had love for you called your ass my blood brother
I was bussing slugs for you
Hop out that cut with you
Give they ass a dub with you
Now I can not fuck with you
You been moving funny now I thinking it's the drugs in you
I can't put my trust in you
All the shit you did nigga
You must think I'm dumb nigga
It's a lot of animosity but theses niggas won't approach me
They be hating it's below me
Fuck his bitch I bet she know me
We ain't coming to play
We find out where he lay
We smoke him make him pay
And put him on display
Ian have no where to stay
Them hallows love to pray
They shoot with no delay
Them niggas just portray
They do it for display
We ash him like a trey
How could you up and trade
I feel so deceived
Man I can't even believe
How could you up and leave
This pain eating me
But ain't no change in me
Hallows then melt his top
So don't come play with me
I murder any beat
We track him down on feet
Left him dead on the street
He face up on the t
I'm tired of poverty
Trynna buy some property
Make it up theses streets
Can't be another deceased
Told him RIP
He put his hands in grease
So foe nem pop his t
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Writer(s): G Dono
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