Don't Think U Heard

Out for Blood

I pick n rolled the plug
I crossed him up

Make that shit louder Tempo

I don't think you heard
Dreamland preaching scriptures in this bitch
Like what's the word
Yea them birdies chirp
Archive undercover on this shirt
And my soda extra heavy with that syrup
Hell yeah I'm with that syrup

My shawty bad bitch just like RiRi
I gave her Fenty
Can't be copping pressies no more
They be fenty
Served a deli meal of chicken it was a 10 piece
Got that paper cut off the ones ain't rocking with me
We been getting to it I ain't slept in days
Cause when that money call there ain't no time to waste
Had to get that bag any way I could
I still got some bros down bad up in the hood

I don't think you heard
Dreamland preaching scriptures in this bitch
Like what's the word
Yea them birdies chirp
Archive undercover on this shirt
And my soda extra heavy with that syrup
Hell yeah I'm with that syrup



Credits
Writer(s): Dominic Bloodworth
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