Bloody Mess ft. Lyric & Big BLV Lyrics

I told my team, hurry up, bag it up, Lil' mama nasty and you know she bad as fuck

Thick ol' booty and she all tatted up, Puttin' dick in her ribs, I don't think she had enough

Texas on my side and I got that double cup, And when I come through, bitch, yeah, you know what's up

I've been sittin' here thinkin' what the fuck wrong with me, Only these drugs make me feel some kinda harmony

I remember days when we was all starvin', G, Waitin' to sell a 8th to get a plate is what hardened me

Now these niggas wanna start harmin' me, Been sellin' so much P's, Like I'm farmin' , G

Fast Eddie, yeah, the rich man's Pharmacy, Lil' lyric, yeah, my motherfuckin' prophecy

I'll be coughin' till they put me in a coffin, B, And really, I be doin' this oftenly

Takin' yo' bitch out on a shoppin' spree, Shouts out to all the white kids coppin' tree

Big Glock's, AKs, we ain't fuckin' with them Jakes, If you playin' with my boys, we gon' put you in your place

I ain't playin' with no niggas, man, come try that shit today, I ain't really even trippin', bitch I up it, I'ma spray

Big B-L-V, he leave a bloody mess, I ain't really even trippin', everybody, He the best

Big 556, To ya chest, Think that I'm playin', boy, I lay yo' ass to rest

Bye-bye, now he sleepin' with the fishes, Know that I ain't trippin', yeah, I'm goin' to the kitchen

Whippin' up the dope, this gon' get me a couple benjies, You know that's what I gotta do, I gotta get the business

I do this for my niggas that was stuck up in the trenches, And if you got a brother, bet not fall off of a Benz

Lookin' out for snakes, I can always hear them hisses, Fuckin' mad bitches, cause I ain't got a Mrs.

Sittin' around, weighin' up these P's in the kitchen, I remember days we didn't have a pot to piss in

Now every day we eatin' like it's Thanksgiving, Hold up, I think you need to stop, look, and listen

These Watergate gears still shiftin', thought we learned from Nixon, Soon as these bricks come in, we get our fixin'

Tryin' to switch the mission, but still livin' in this prison, surrounded by pigeons

Big Glock, AKs, we ain't fuckin' with them Jakes, If you playin' with my boys, we gon' put you in your place

I ain't playin' with no niggas, man, come try that shit today, I ain't really even trippin', bitch I up it, I'ma spray

Big B-L-V, he leave a bloody mess, I ain't really even trippin', everybody, He the best

Big 556, To ya chest, Think that I'm playin', boy, I lay yo' ass to rest

It's Lyric, I'ma really put your ass to sleep, Bitch, I'm baggin' green, practically, I mean, I'm a bag of green

Well, in that case, shit, Ima need a big bag of me, Stack it till it's stuck, lil' nigga, that's my strategy

448 and a bail, fresh off the scale, Grab the vacuum sealer, grandma bitchin' bout the smell

Reminiscin', I ain't have shit, knew I would prevail, Get the bricks in like magic, go poof, I make a sale

Whole team eatin' good, don't just do this for myself, Whole team eatin' good, don't just do this for myself

Yeah, the devil been on me, but the sack on me too, Stackin' these stacks, in fact, they stacked through the roof

Trap it, I rap, in fact, I trap in a stu, Come back with the cash and grab a bag of the glue

If you lack it, I have it, bitch, I actually do, You think I'm cappin', the only thing I'm cappin' is you

Pull up at Ruth Chris, dinner with my new bitch, She just got new tits, big ol' juicy new lips

Ridin' in a new whip, wearin' a new fit, We just cruisin', listen to my new shit

Pull up at Ruth Chris, dinner with my new bitch, She just got new tits, big ol' juicy new lips