letra de bloody step - 23 binladen, shriv & streameum
[intro]
(swaleh beats go crazy)
[chorus: 23 binladen]
my opps, they duck when they run into me
lil’ boy fast how he picked up his feet
late nights out, me and bro in the v
do it for them so they do it for me
do it for me then i’ll do it for free
too many glocks, too many g’s
too many opps so the smoke is free
like, how many shots did we leave on the scene?
[post-chorus: 23 binladen]
like, how many n-ggas got hit in the beef?
you don’t gotta go ’cause it’s all on me
i’ll ask the guys go pick up the ski
n-ggas they b-tch, they ain’t nothin’ like me
n-ggas they b-tch, they ain’t seen what i seen
after my step skrrt off to the bz
give me the pack then i sell it for cheap
that boy got clapped by the g19
[verse 1: shriv]
too many b-ttons
my crodie hawk sh-t down, it don’t matter if you get to runnin’
it was me in the back of the v with a g26, my adrenaline rushin’
in the trap with a brick and a ski
it’s just me and the fiends and i’m sellin’ ’em onions
my crodie did way too much steppin’
he take off his socks, he got blood on his bunions
we really get sh-t done in these streets
if you jumpin’ in beef, better know how we comin’
we see the opps and we get on they ass
we be quick to attack, we don’t talk about nothin’
say he want smoke with the guys
this n-gga smokin’ on fenty
okay, let’s take a trip to his sides
and leave all the glizzys on empty
how many bricks have i moved? plenty
how many shots have i sent? plenty
how many opps have we dropped? plenty
plenty, plenty, plenty, uh
how many bricks have i moved? plenty
how many shots have i sent? plenty
how many opps have we dropped? plenty
plenty, plenty, plenty
[verse 2: 23 binladen]
i’m spillin’ blood all for the guys, i’ma just call it bl–dy step
me and shriv up in the back of the black with a bad b-tch
you know that she gettin’ wet
they call us drench ’cause n-ggas get drenched
long live the guys, you know what i rep
binny montanna do it the best
they duckin’ taco, duckin’ that wreck
watch how you talk, get hit in your chest
runnin’ him down, it’s a contest
might hit the skull, don’t aim for the leg
only pros gang, put on for my set
better check in ’cause n-ggas get checked
i hit the traphouse, pick up a cheque
better not run into me
don’t run into me ’cause you know i’ll put you to rest
[chorus: 23 binladen]
my opps, they duck when they run into me
lil’ boy fast how he picked up his feet
late nights out, me and bro in the v
do it for them so they do it for me
do it for me then i’ll do it for free
too many glocks, too many g’s
too many opps so the smoke is free
like, how many shots did we leave on the scene?
[outro: 23 binladen]
like how?
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