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6 feeters - bloodie lyrics

[intro]
we’re soldiers
soldiers don’t go to h*ll
it’s war. soldiers, they k!ll other soldiers
we’re in a situation where everbody involved knows the stakes
and if you’re going to accept those stakes
you gotta do certain things

[chorus]
speakin’ on ‘dot, f*ck it, let’s light the fully
what the f*ck? like bro ain’t jump out the tec inside his hoodie
boy, i gave out so many packs, party bags, they filled with goodies
what the f*ck? boy hopped out and hit his head, he known for noogies
we ain’t done beefin’ with lennox, bro, on bro them n*ggas p*ssy
oh my god, how many packs we got over there? them n*ggas rookies
boy, i had pulled up, dropped the window, i’m tryna pop door, see who lucky
what the f*ck? don’t you laugh with no b*tch, try and get that cookie

[verse]
boy, i swear i put on for the gang
bro hop out, hunnid bill, who tryna keep the change?
oh my god, yell out “whoopty” on that block, we make it rain
bro popped door with all his guys, he tryna mix metal with brains
bro they done, after we left woo lotti, that block ain’t been the same
bro be buggin’, he overcut the dope, i swear this n*gga insane
turned 100 to half a joint and still added more [?]
we got b’s all around the city, like, kal g on that pave’
lil’ dada dead in the grave and kurt still can’t feel his face
[chorus]
speakin’ on ‘dot, f*ck it, let’s light the fully
what the f*ck? like bro ain’t jump out the tec inside his hoodie
boy, i gave out so many packs, party bags, they filled with goodies
what the f*ck? boy hopped out and hit his head, he known for noogies
we ain’t done beefin’ with lennox, bro, on bro them n*ggas p*ssy
oh my god, how many packs we got over there? them n*ggas rookies
boy, i had pulled up, dropped the window, i’m tryna pop door, see who lucky
what the f*ck? don’t you laugh with no b*tch, try and get that cookie

[verse 2]
boy, you cannot get away
bro popped door and start the chase
what the f*ck? first to up, bro let’s see who win this race
dissin’ deads, we do not play
yellow lacked, they ate his face
oh my god, throw out the back of the truck, firin’ at baby 8
we got the addy where you stay

[outro]
everbody involved knows the stakes
and if you’re going to accept those stakes
you gotta do certain things

- bloodie lyrics

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