Shy Glizzy, Pressa - Blood Bath lyrics

Yeah

They know that I talk shit but
I can back it up
They know that'll spill she ain’t
Talkin double cup
My little nigga 15 and all he see is blood
And all he see is blood

You got a body, oh wow
Murder for hire, pow pow
Big dog I'm no little Bow Wow
I'm here to take you out for some thou ous

Take him down, we need that (need it)
Murder caught on camera we gon’ watch a recap
You lose and you gone bitch
There ain't no rematch
You see the packs flying through
So shoutout the mailman

But though the mail we send
Him straight to hell
Hit you with that one hand I feel like Odell
They try to give me the death
Penalty i'm not gon' tell (No No)
I'm returning all my enemies
That's fucking real

They don't like me but they gon'
Have to fuck with it
We put that fire on a nigga like a arsonist
I keep my circle select and
Always one in the head
You see my lawyer Anthony
I highly recommend death

What’s up hoes, don’t make me put this pump
To your fucking dome make ya home
And I got my Michael Myers jumper on
She say come on
Told her ok baby I won't take too long
Uh oh, this bitch damn went crazy
Won’t leave me alone

Aye Glizzy Boy why these niggas
Cappin they ain't really slime
Wass ties my nigga a shooter call him 35
Caught a rack
Tryna' sell it faster than a apple pie
Gangland, remember dat I tell
You Wassas never die

Dollar signs
(Ching ching) , All the time (All the time)
And all the dimes, they fall in line
Won't never do no snitchin’ Nuh uh no sir
(Uh, uh)
These niggas they be bitches I'm talkin muy
(Young Jefe Holmes)

They know that I talk shit but
I can back it up they know that spill she
Ain't talkin double cup
My little nigga 15 and all he see is blood
And all he see is blood