OCTOBERSFULLMOON - Bludded lyrics
[OCTOBERSFULLMOON - Bludded lyrics]
(Bitch, it's RJ Bih on the track, yeah)
(yeah, bro, you got bars)
Blood, blood, blooded woah, huh
Blooded, blooded, blooded, ayy
Blooded, blooded, blooded, ayy, ayy
Blooded, blooded, ayy, ayy
Blooded, blooded, blooded, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Hey, what these bitches talkin' 'bout?
We pull up and air 'em out
What these retards scared about?
It's a fuckin' murder now, wow
Pull up wit' a clip and we might spray it
(Spray it)
I can't fuck with you on that gay shit
(Gay shit)
I can't rate your shit 'cause I made it
(Made it)
I can't stand your shit, man, I hate it
(Hate) uh, what you talkin' 'bout?
Pull up on your block, shoot you
Then we walkin' out
All these sons-of-bitches talkin', kill
You, now they mourning, ouch
I'm finna pull up, shoot up
The morgue, then out, ugh, ayy
Racks on thеse racks
That's a statement today
Bitchеs on bitches, that's sugary wafers
Pussy so good, I won't save it for later
Shorty so fine, ass 'bout
To make me suffocate, yeah
Huh, just walked out the club
I was lookin' Tom Brady
Fuck on your bitch and then go back to Wales
Yeah
I made some music and then I got paid, yeah
Just made two mixtapes
So when is the pay-check?
Oh wait, have I been paid yet?
Fucked up the world and now I am the one
Bitches look for me, like, "The fuck
What you want?"
We light 'em up, man, opps gon' get bunned
Pull up, we shank you or your mums
Shanice got that peach, got that bum
My man got killed, now the opps on the run
Feds gonna kill 'em, our work has been done
Fuck up a rival, out the shadows I sprung
This is the UK, fuck bringing a gun
Me and these peng-tings be minglin' for fun
This is young RJ, light opps like the sun
And they won't have a son, uh
Blooded, blooded, blooded, ayy
Blooded, blooded, blooded, ayy, ayy
Blooded, blooded, ayy, ayy
Blooded, blooded, blooded, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Blooded, blooded, blooded, ayy
Blooded, blooded, blooded, ayy, ayy
Blooded, blooded, ayy, ayy
Blooded, blooded, blooded, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Racks on these racks
That's a statement today
Bitches on bitches, that's sugary wafers
Pussy so good, I won't save it for later
Shorty so fine, ass 'bout
To make me suffocate, yeah
Man, racks on these bitches
Make statements next day
(yeah, bro, you got bars)
Blood, blood, blooded woah, huh
Blooded, blooded, blooded, ayy
Blooded, blooded, blooded, ayy, ayy
Blooded, blooded, ayy, ayy
Blooded, blooded, blooded, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Hey, what these bitches talkin' 'bout?
We pull up and air 'em out
What these retards scared about?
It's a fuckin' murder now, wow
Pull up wit' a clip and we might spray it
(Spray it)
I can't fuck with you on that gay shit
(Gay shit)
I can't rate your shit 'cause I made it
(Made it)
I can't stand your shit, man, I hate it
(Hate) uh, what you talkin' 'bout?
Pull up on your block, shoot you
Then we walkin' out
All these sons-of-bitches talkin', kill
You, now they mourning, ouch
I'm finna pull up, shoot up
The morgue, then out, ugh, ayy
Racks on thеse racks
That's a statement today
Bitchеs on bitches, that's sugary wafers
Pussy so good, I won't save it for later
Shorty so fine, ass 'bout
To make me suffocate, yeah
Huh, just walked out the club
I was lookin' Tom Brady
Fuck on your bitch and then go back to Wales
Yeah
I made some music and then I got paid, yeah
Just made two mixtapes
So when is the pay-check?
Oh wait, have I been paid yet?
Fucked up the world and now I am the one
Bitches look for me, like, "The fuck
What you want?"
We light 'em up, man, opps gon' get bunned
Pull up, we shank you or your mums
Shanice got that peach, got that bum
My man got killed, now the opps on the run
Feds gonna kill 'em, our work has been done
Fuck up a rival, out the shadows I sprung
This is the UK, fuck bringing a gun
Me and these peng-tings be minglin' for fun
This is young RJ, light opps like the sun
And they won't have a son, uh
Blooded, blooded, blooded, ayy
Blooded, blooded, blooded, ayy, ayy
Blooded, blooded, ayy, ayy
Blooded, blooded, blooded, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Blooded, blooded, blooded, ayy
Blooded, blooded, blooded, ayy, ayy
Blooded, blooded, ayy, ayy
Blooded, blooded, blooded, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Racks on these racks
That's a statement today
Bitches on bitches, that's sugary wafers
Pussy so good, I won't save it for later
Shorty so fine, ass 'bout
To make me suffocate, yeah
Man, racks on these bitches
Make statements next day