BLOODIE - WICKED
[Intro]
(
Ni–Ni–Night
)
Grrta, ah
Grrta (It's that BLOODIE nigga), ah
Grrta, boom, boom, boom (From the rap to the motherfuckin' trap, you heard?)
Grrta, grrta, like, ah
(MB, MB)
Os up, never Gz, you heard? It's that BLOODIE nigga, grrah (
Ayy, Sxd, is that you?
)
It's a top opp situation
Ah, how we— how we—
And frustrated— (
Sandstorm
)
Grrta, look, ah, look
Ah, it's a— look, ah, look
[Chorus]
It get lit when I bring in the slimes
All of 'em thots who gon' fuck on the guys, look
It get litty when the thots get live
All of them wanna go ride on the OY
All these bitches be goofies and bops
Like, it get lit, he start dissin' on Dot
Like, for lil Notti, we lettin' it fly
When bro upped the— he start duckin' his top
[Verse 1]
In the function, start eatin' mе up
When she off the liquor, shе don't give no fuck
All these bitches be nasty as fuck
When she in the spot, she let three of us rump
[Bridge]
Grrta, ah, look
Ah, look, he said—
Look
[Verse 2]
Bro, they got us fed
Bro see
C Blu, he gon’ make him see red
Like, catch a
Flock, he get put right to bed
Bro catchin' shots, he get filled up with lead, ah
I don't care where you been
Like, bitch actin' tough, gotta spin
Like, fuck a dyke, can't be none of they friends
Like, see Jenn Carter, Imma treat her like Nay Benz, ah
But both of them punks
Like, if I see a opp, catch a dump
Bro always wavin' and flickin' the drum
Like, at least he was using his gun, like
Bro up the score, tryna send you to the lord
Lotti
,
Leroy, I'm rollin' em all
Like, none of my deads should be in them songs
Like, I could never be ballin' alone
Matt
, DaDa, I could name 'em some more
Pop, Franky, dead on the floor
Kev, CHII, Gaddy, gone
Nazzy, Rah, can't pick up the phone
Lotti be bussin', but Franky a float
But you know how it go when you droppin' the O
Setty on dick, he'll soon be a ghost
See C Blu, make him take down his posts
[Bridge]
Grrta, ah (See C Blu, make him take down his posts)
Grrta (It's a top opp situation, you heard?), ah, look
[Chorus]
It get lit when I bring in the slimes
All of 'em thots who gon' fuck on the guys, look
It get litty when the thots get live
All of them wanna go ride on the OY
All these bitches be goofies and bops
Like, it get lit, he start dissin' on Dot
For lil Notti, we lettin' it fly
When bro upped the— he start duckin' his top
[Outro]
In the function, start eatin' me up (Grrta, MB)
When she off the liquor, she don't give no fuck, bow (Os up, never Gz, you heard?)
It's that— It's that BLOODIE nigga, you heard?
From the trap to the motherfuckin' rap, grrta
Alright, lemme do the— Lemme do the ad-libs now
Lemme—
(
Ni–Ni–Night
)
Grrta, ah
Grrta (It's that BLOODIE nigga), ah
Grrta, boom, boom, boom (From the rap to the motherfuckin' trap, you heard?)
Grrta, grrta, like, ah
(MB, MB)
Os up, never Gz, you heard? It's that BLOODIE nigga, grrah (
Ayy, Sxd, is that you?
)
It's a top opp situation
Ah, how we— how we—
And frustrated— (
Sandstorm
)
Grrta, look, ah, look
Ah, it's a— look, ah, look
[Chorus]
It get lit when I bring in the slimes
All of 'em thots who gon' fuck on the guys, look
It get litty when the thots get live
All of them wanna go ride on the OY
All these bitches be goofies and bops
Like, it get lit, he start dissin' on Dot
Like, for lil Notti, we lettin' it fly
When bro upped the— he start duckin' his top
[Verse 1]
In the function, start eatin' mе up
When she off the liquor, shе don't give no fuck
All these bitches be nasty as fuck
When she in the spot, she let three of us rump
[Bridge]
Grrta, ah, look
Ah, look, he said—
Look
[Verse 2]
Bro, they got us fed
Bro see
C Blu, he gon’ make him see red
Like, catch a
Flock, he get put right to bed
Bro catchin' shots, he get filled up with lead, ah
I don't care where you been
Like, bitch actin' tough, gotta spin
Like, fuck a dyke, can't be none of they friends
Like, see Jenn Carter, Imma treat her like Nay Benz, ah
But both of them punks
Like, if I see a opp, catch a dump
Bro always wavin' and flickin' the drum
Like, at least he was using his gun, like
Bro up the score, tryna send you to the lord
Lotti
,
Leroy, I'm rollin' em all
Like, none of my deads should be in them songs
Like, I could never be ballin' alone
Matt
, DaDa, I could name 'em some more
Pop, Franky, dead on the floor
Kev, CHII, Gaddy, gone
Nazzy, Rah, can't pick up the phone
Lotti be bussin', but Franky a float
But you know how it go when you droppin' the O
Setty on dick, he'll soon be a ghost
See C Blu, make him take down his posts
[Bridge]
Grrta, ah (See C Blu, make him take down his posts)
Grrta (It's a top opp situation, you heard?), ah, look
[Chorus]
It get lit when I bring in the slimes
All of 'em thots who gon' fuck on the guys, look
It get litty when the thots get live
All of them wanna go ride on the OY
All these bitches be goofies and bops
Like, it get lit, he start dissin' on Dot
For lil Notti, we lettin' it fly
When bro upped the— he start duckin' his top
[Outro]
In the function, start eatin' me up (Grrta, MB)
When she off the liquor, she don't give no fuck, bow (Os up, never Gz, you heard?)
It's that— It's that BLOODIE nigga, you heard?
From the trap to the motherfuckin' rap, grrta
Alright, lemme do the— Lemme do the ad-libs now
Lemme—
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