Bundie Bleed Lyrics

Stand for something or fall for nothing

Stack or starve nigga

Long talks late nights what if this shit pop

Head first bout my sevens we gone bleed out

I got a thirty ball for Vaunte when that ink dry

I swear my heart went with him back when Finesse died

If it's a way I can see LA I'm missing neph a lot

He so young won't remember me Two years now

Two thousand pills in the car I'm with Trap in Austin

Hope my niece can warm my heart, hope pain I never cause you

Going on 200 days since I got that text bout Yanna

Sometimes I love to hard genetics from my mama

Lied on the Bible inside the court hope GOD don't see no problem

Lien to my blood bout what I'm doing when the sun drop

And I don't see my bitch to often

Different dreams that we chase with small time margins

I'm hoping loyalty how she play it I let GOD call it

Knowing the right game make a good girl jump in that water

Trying not to relapse on my problems I got sticky fingers & I got trust issues

Scared to give you my heart & you put a knife in it

Scared to let em close they'll take a cross & throw me in it

Scared my T gone go before me I can't deal with it

Higher up then what them people thought of me

Aint pay my phone bill I spent my last on lean

It take money to make money baby it cost to dream

Pain from 2017 tatted on my sleeve

Couple warrents with my name on it

And all my old hoes been coming for me

Heard the news about Nate it broke my heart but I'll never show em

I got brother I never met, I'm trynna find him he don't even know it

Have everybody exit for a minute

Too many niggas in my session fucking up my thinking

Snupe played it foul that shit reply like a bad dream

I seen my uncle dead it's on my head I know he called for me

You ain't seen no youngin turnt like Don at 17

Adderol ain't even prescribed I take em by the 3

I spent a couple Gs on jeans and my 23's

I spent thousands on this lean Its pain in my drink

You know I'm bound to kick her out she sucking with her teeth

And I can't keep nobody around me who ain't good for me

You can eat it in my car don't get it on my seats

I know the pain on my name keep 'em away from me

Pain on my sleeve from 2017

Niggas I was raised with when I'm gone they talking down on me

Damn...

We on the road me and seven 2 deep no we ain't pulling over

Co-Defendant on 2 cases understood we can't make it 3