223bloody - Self Lyrics

Bloody, bloody, bloody
Bloody, bloody, bloody
Bloody, bloody, bloody
Bloody, bloody, bloody

Ayy, ha, ayy
Its 350 a four, and a quarter a bowl
Got my young niggas up in the trap, pullin capers
I'm smoking on dope, this shit burn my throat

I can't past this bro, you would thought id laced ya
I dropped out of college, couldn't figure my major
Plus, that shit wasn't making no paper
We was toting the chops and the Glocks with the lasers

We sliding with clips, that'll f*ck up your taper
It's murder for hire, and I'll pay for the help
If it's my favorite opp, then I'll get him myself
Niggas play crazy till they get the belt

Shooting at me is like shooting yourself
Masked like Michael
Niggas got to die for all of that pain that I felt
No competition, competing with self

No competition, competing with self
My bro dont take drugs, but can't get an appeal
Put the O on my back like I'm Damien Lil
I don't trip about shit, I just crack me a seal

If I catch me an opp, then we hop on his heels
Too deep in the streets, I ain't signing no deal
I'm a chef in the kitchen, Ill make me a mill
I run up and take it, I don't know how to steal

These niggas just shooting, they don't know how to kill
Tried to skate from the Jakes, and I f*cked up the wheel
I'm totin that fire, no, this not a drill
We creep from the back, meet the back of the steel

Get to beatin yo ass, like you locked in with Phil
Hit the back of your trap, heard you up a few mil
You flexed on the gram, so you know what it is
My shorty set it up, straight from the jump

She front like she wont, but we know that she will
Its 350 a four, and a quarter a bowl
Got my young niggas up in the trap, pullin capers
I was smoking on dope, this shit burn my throat

I can't pass this, bro, you'll thought I'd laced ya
I dropped out of college, couldn't figure my major
Plus, that shit wasn't making no paper
We was totin them chops and the Glocks with the lasers

We slidin' with clips that'll f*ck up your taper
It's murder for hire, and I'll pay for the help
If it's my favorite opp, then I'll get him myself
Niggas play crazy till they get the belt

Shooting at me is like shooting yourself
Masked like Michael, niggas gotta die
For all of that pain that I felt
No competition, I'm competing with self

No competition, I'm competing with self
No heavy metal, they know how we rockin'
When I leave Houston, I stay with a rocket
I'm uppin this bitch if this get out of pocket

When I get to blickin, hell naw I can't stop it
I won't trip bout a bitch, baby girl, I got options
She blowin my phone, Ibaka, Block it
Any show that you book me, you know I'ma rock it

Don't care about no rumors, just glad I'm a topic
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