Back In Blood Freestyle

Catch one of y'all lacking outside it's gonna be murder, word to my mother
Gang
Blixky the blixky
Twirl, twirl

Know we spinning turning, Blixkys hanging out Suburbans
One step two step, oppas stacking but we caught them lacking
They ain't spin shit they on they asses and they never trapping
Talk your shit you stupid bitch we just gon' leave you in the mud

Got your homies sending drops thought they was loyal guess they not
Let's see what happens when you fuck around with us you gonna get popped
Aim my .40 at his māthā, turn his brain to pasta
That shit gon' bust like a piñata, then we hit ya mama

Got your bitch giving me top up in my drop, them lips be locked
We ain't sliding in no fisbowl 'cause that block gonna be hot
At least we gon' be sliding more than Durk, he never did for Von
Grab a gun and get some getback, shut the fuck up don't respond

Do a drill we swiss that car, they ain't gonna get too far
Hop out on feet with that new Drac, Dump the clip and hit them long
Rolling opps up in my Wood and I made sure that pack was Runtz
Fuck GDK we killed your homies And we did that shit for fun

Talking that rah rah acting like these switches ain't gon' hurt
Y'all did too much so now y'all getting back what you deserve
I made it clear that you ain't bout this life lil bitch you nervous
My steppers 'bout to hit your block and you know they be lurking

If you hear that choppa 'round your block you betta run
We gon' drill up all ya brothers, kill them 1 by 1
You can't hide from us lil bitch because my shooters on the hunt
Don't try sum fuck shit 'cause you know that we gon' get our shit in blood

We gon' get our shit in blood
Do a drive by while I'm dumping these hollows from out my drum
Shoot up they crib riding thru the slums
Run through a couple blocks and have a little fun wit all these guns



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Ceric
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