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fresh blood! - hala nomore lyrics

[intro]
k!lljoy
(yuh yuh, ayy ayy)
(yuh, pull up to the* pew pew)
(ugh, yuh yuh yuh)

[hook]
pull up to the block and i wet it up (pew pew)
pull up to the block and i wet it up (pew)
yeah, i get the cash, hit the dash
battle of the bands sh*t how i bet it up (bet it up)
pull up to the block and i wet it up (pew pew)
pull up to the block and i wet it up (yuh yuh yuh)
n*ggas talkin’ tough? bet i’ve f*ckin had enough
tapped calls richard nixon how i set ’em up

[verse 1]
set it up, bet it up, n*ggas done said enough
bullsh*t when you speak, so i had to call your bluff (had to, had to call it)
n*ggas claiming that they tough, ’til i show up with the stuff
f*ck an opp, if they snitch, i’m not goin’ out in cuffs
i die for my n*ggas, i ride for my n*ggas
glizzy catch a body, bet i don’t cry for a n*gga
shawty said she wanna ride, so she lies for a n*gga
find out where my opps reside, set fire to a n*gga uh (fye)
out in the street, you can get beat, keep a speaker on me
issa cold world, people lose lives, keep the heater on me
i don’t wanna do it, but this what happens when you get involved
you k!ll somebody, opps aim at your family ’til the beef’s resolved
pull up wit da mop like a janitor, snipers at the banister
bloods don’t f*ck around, we love massacres
you can’t hang wit us if you tote it like an amateur
we live for fresh blood, leave the bodies for the scavengers (scavengers)
i’m pennywise when it comes to da dough (to da dough?)
stack it up from the ceiling to da flo’ (to da flo’?)
bezel, flood the room, got nowhere to go
sink or swim this drip season so i’m gunna let em know (gotta gotta)
i don’t fix, i just k!ll sh*t wit da tool (wit da tool?)
wet ’em up like he jumped into a pool (wet wet!)
draped in red like “n*gga, what it do?”
blood gang, you callin’ me “the fresh prince of suwoo” (yu*yuh)
you must think that we’re bool, huh? (huh?)
bf to chi is where i rule, huh? (uhuh uhuh)
f*ck that, we sticked up playin pool, huh? (yuh)
i’m in your nightmares, live on planet drool, huh? (yuh)
street n*ggas die for a n0ble cause (mhm)
to earn your stripes, you gotta dirty up your paws (dirty dirty)
break a couple laws, boy, you gotta be raw
bold*hearted k!ller, can’t let that sh*t thaw
on my mom, that’s on god

[hook]
pull up to the block and i wet it up (pew pew pew)
pull up to the block and i wet it up (yuh)
yeah, i get the cash, hit the dash
battle of the bands sh*t how i bet it up (bet it up)
pull up to the block and i wet it up (wet it up)
pull up to the block and i wet it up (pew pew pew)
n*ggas talkin’ tough? bet i’ve f*ckin had enough (ayy)
tapped calls richard nixon how i set em up (ayy ayy ayy)

[verse 2]
they call me “tay*k 2” how i did the race
human race, get erased, you can’t keep the pace
told her “bussdown” but it ain’t no blueface
only bluefaces, gucci bag sh*t how i chase it
you fakin’, always wanna hate, just embrace it
i’m gonna be the best, tell my momma that i made it
chasethemoney sh*t, how i’m off deez, name it
give it a couple years, bet i’ll never stay complacent nah

(ayy)

- hala nomore lyrics

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