Bleed Lyrics

A lot of racks on his head, yeah

Lotta racks

A lot of racks on his head, when they shot that nigga

Awlll

A lot of racks on his head, when they shot that nigga

Lotta of racks on his head, yeah they bought that nigga

Put a tag on his toe, you can keep the receipt

They looked him right in his eyes, before they shot out his teeth

Gotta keep the pistol cock, this neighborhood ain't good

I be out here more than you, and I ain't from this hood

Pockets on file cabinets, all this paper on me

Daydreaming about expansion, yeah they gone see

Bet it smell like fire, when we in the buildin'

Lookin' like we hit the lotto, or we drug dealin'

Whole lotta high fashion, don't step on my shoes

Whole lotta high fashion, I got dressed smokin' doob's

Cross the line if you want, then we shakin' the room

You gonna have a lotta merch, like you making a movie

All ten toes down, when I'm in the trenches

All the opps gone bleed, 'cause they some bitches

Bitches, bitches

Bitches, bitches

Bitches, bitches

Bitches

(All the opps gone bleed, 'cause they some bitches)

(All the opps gone bleed, 'cause they some bitches)