letra de blood summer - lil' velo
[hook]
how the f-ck these n-ggas talkin’, but they ass ain’t slidin’?
we done spun they f-ckin’ block so much, these b-tches hidin’
choppa got a hundred, when it hit, it ain’t no survivin’
n-ggas screamin’ gang, but when we slide, they stay in silence
b-tch, i’m with them demons, we gon’ drill until we drop
heard that p-ssy woofin’, now his ass up in a box
we don’t do no talkin’, let the glocks do all the opps
they say they gon’ k!ll me, but they never send no shots
[verse 1]
b-tch, we steady lurkin’, pop outside, you know what’s up
all these b-tches f-ckin’, i ain’t trippin’ off no sl-t
heard they got a bounty, tell ‘em double that sh-t up
b-tch, my shooter hungry, he gon’ smoke ‘em like a blunt
i don’t f-ck with rappers, all these n-ggas fake as h-ll
heard his ass was lackin’, now his homies wish him well
they was talkin’ tough, we sent them demons straight to h-ll
caught him with his b-tch, now she screamin’, “oh well”
why these n-ggas cap? they ain’t stepped on sh-t
b-tch, we up the score, we ain’t worried ‘bout sh-t
pull up on they block, hundred rounds in this whip
i ain’t gotta say a word, my lil’ shooter let it rip
[hook]
how the f-ck these n-ggas talkin’, but they ass ain’t slidin’?
we done spun they f-ckin’ block so much, these b-tches hidin’
choppa got a hundred, when it hit, it ain’t no survivin’
n-ggas screamin’ gang, but when we slide, they stay in silence
b-tch, i’m with them demons, we gon’ drill until we drop
heard that p-ssy woofin’, now his ass up in a box
we don’t do no talkin’, let the glocks do all the opps
they say they gon’ k!ll me, but they never send no shots
[verse 2]
ice up on my neck, b-tch, these vvs real as f-ck
he was talkin’ sh-t until we rolled his ass up
n-ggas out here dissin’, now they homie in a blunt
b-tch, we stand on business, ain’t no playin’ with us
n-gga tried to run, but them hollow tips fast
boy, your homie dead, you ain’t slidin’, gettin’ cash
i just spent a bag on a fully-automatic
all my opps be p-ssy, they just internet cappin’
i don’t do no talkin’, let that 30 do the speakin’
n-ggas steady duckin’, where the f-ck is all that beefin’?
pull up on his block, drop a body, then we leavin’
f-ckin’ on his b-tch, she love demons, she be tweakin’
[hook]
how the f-ck these n-ggas talkin’, but they ass ain’t slidin’?
we done spun they f-ckin’ block so much, these b-tches hidin’
choppa got a hundred, when it hit, it ain’t no survivin’
n-ggas screamin’ gang, but when we slide, they stay in silence
b-tch, i’m with them demons, we gon’ drill until we drop
heard that p-ssy woofin’, now his ass up in a box
we don’t do no talkin’, let the glocks do all the opps
they say they gon’ k!ll me, but they never send no shots
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