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back in blood remix - foolio lyrics

[intro]

you n*ggas ain’t get sh*t back in blood
last time i recall your brother died in your hands and you was crying
you b*tch ass n*ggas ain’t standing on sh*t
can’t even live in the city for real (b*tch ass n*ggas)
on gang (singing ass n*ggas)

[chorus]
just got the drop 3 start the car let’s hit the 12 and put in work
ya’ll the ones who hit the stand when we put shug on a shirt
ya’ll did not get johnathan thomas how the f*ck ya’ll smoking durk?
why the f*ck yo’ ass ain’t mention we shot your brother like a nurse
we the ones who popping glocks and popping opps just like a perc
we the ones shot up that funeral they can’t grieve inside that church
drop that bag on sunday night then that boy dead on monday first
22 insidе my glock i’m shooting sh*t like caris levert

[interlude]
b*tch ass n*gga
you ain’t do sh*t but cry about that sh*t
junе 5th the whole scene
run down before the sun down
on 8

[verse]
twin shoulda had his gun was talking on that ps4
say he p*ssed on trey d grave they put his ass inside the floor
kuku died was on that lean we caught his ass inside a four
b*tch free mister park the car i’m talking bout [?]
got shot 6 times in the ass sh*t bagged him like a b*tch
who can’t shoot a video on the opps block? b*tch this my sh*t
police handing out indictments can’t even post up on the 6
i was mad about the loyalty i wasn’t mad about no b*tch (brrrr, rrrrah)
thats the sound of arp
chichi 40 years old running from bullets like a teen
busta he ain’t have no face, they left lil’ nate all in the street
ya’ll let corbin get kidnapped and they still ain’t find his ass for weeks
crying on that ‘gram n*gga, you ain’t get no get back
watched your own momma cry, and you ain’t get sh*t wacked
you ain’t slide on no blocks, you ain’t create no packs
smoking ku on the ‘gram n*gga, for 35 we started that
4x that’s a party pack
buck at us and we shooting back
slime and them out there screaming “slatt!”
your dog died and you ain’t spin yet
know he in h*ll upset
6 block we up next
50k i up that
we k!lled your dog n*gga spin back
[chorus]
just got the drop 3 start the car let’s hit the 12 and put in work
ya’ll the ones who hit the stand when we put shug on a shirt
ya’ll did not get johnathan thomas how the f*ck ya’ll smoking durk?
why the f*ck yo’ ass ain’t mention we shot your brother like a nurse
we the ones who popping glocks and popping opps just like a perc
we the ones shot up that funeral they can’t grieve inside that church
drop that bag on sunday night then that boy dead on monday first
22 inside my glock i’m shooting sh*t like caris levert

[outro]
b*tch ass n*gga
you ain’t do sh*t but cry about that sh*t
june 5th the whole scene
run down before the sun down
on 8

- foolio lyrics

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