Mac J, EBK Young Joc - Big Bloody lyrics

(Brrt)
(Brrt, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em)

I got magic, the work doin' backflips (Tada)
Baby, how you do that dance
Again? It's fantastic (Ayy)
Cuddie off a thizz,  it's a double
Got him smackin' (Got him smackin')
In a foreign zoomin'
Told him slow down 'fore you bap it (Skrrt)
Big booty bitch, damn right I wanna grab it
(Uh, huh)
I know it ain't legit, bro, that's plastic
(Ayy)
Planet of the Apes, wildlife, no Jurassic
I ain't in it for the clout, baby boy
You could have it
Watch him stop, drop, and roll
Fire drill when we blast him
This nigga takin' pictures
Quit the flashin' (Quit the flashin')
Put red beams on you, nigga
We ain't laser taggin'
Snatch a snitch up, no kidnappin'
Snitch nappin'

Ayy, I be runnin' to that chicken
I put them bands first
(Put them bands first)
Countin' money and shootin' guns
Make my hands hurt (Pah pah pah)
Joc geekin'
Thirty hangin' out his man-purse
(See that thirty)
Finger fuck the fully switch and
Make the slam squirt (Ayy)
Bet lil' baby hear my verse
She start squirt creamin'
(Gon' squirt crеam) think I'm finna flirt
I'm off these Percs geekin'
(I'm off thеse Percs geekin')
Ayy, you ain't with that shit
You just turned demon (Turned demon)
Matter fact, I don't even think you turnt
Even (Not really) ayy, big pole hangin' out
Like I'm screwdrivin'
(Like I'm screwdrivin')
Gettin' sucked up in this load
They don't know who drivin'
(They like, "Who drivin'?")
Lemon squeeze
Banana peels like I'm food fightin'
(Like I'm food fightin')
Up the Glock and catch a
Faceshot like 42 Ivann (Ayy, free Ivann)
Ayy, you see that pipe up in my hands
It's not karaoke (Not karaoke)
Gotta keep it in my pants, gotta carry on me
(Gotta carry on me)
You gon' need like eighty hands
It's a pair of 40
(He gon' need some hands)
Probably knock your eyes off
For all that starin', Homie
You know the clip chubby (Ayy)
Lil' Bris been beat dogs
And baby pit puppies (Baby pit puppies)
All these blues in my pocket
But I'm big Bloody (But I'm big Bloody)
She runnin' bands
It's not a question if the bitch love me
(Bitch cute)

Ayy, put me in, coach, boy, it's game time
(Huh?)
Shit, flip phone bangin' like a gang sign
(On God) ayy, bitch steady choosin' and
She ain't mine (No way)
Niggas hatin', boy
I heard it through the grapevine (Uh, huh)
Hold on, ayy, who you told on? (Uh, huh)
Snitch jacket
I can't never put that coat on
(Niggas rats)
I ain't hungry, I just ate an oxycodone
(Ayy) homies turn to suckers, I don't know
Who I should blow on, Ayy
And all that pump fakin', better cut it out
(Better cut it out)
'Cause that luck you niggas have
It really runnin' out (On God)
If we pull up on your street
You know we jumpin' out (Say what?)
I'll quarantine your house
You know we shut it down (Stupid)