back in blood lyrics

bitches got their stimulus check

now they acting like they up

niggas hit me up online but when they see me it's a hug

no illuminati, but you want it? come get it in blood

if you looking for your man's bitch come dig him out the mud

yeah

bitch come dig him out the mud

gave him 6 feet like it's covid

yeah that casket deep as fuck

bought a section, but y'all ratchet

section 8 all in the club

and that pussy so damn dry he gotta fuck you in the tub

gang, gang

bitch it's demon time

all i really want is a peace of mind

but these hoes get addressed like it's easter time

can't, can't get along when we combine

cause look nigga, i don't talk. i speak, i shine

but every time i call they'll put me on speaker just to show a motherfucker it's me on the line

then i hang up quick as hell, it's no pressure

brain so good he calling me dexter

if you wanna fuck then show me your check stub

play a nigga quick like i'm the new alexa

.223 on a aar

couple shots like i'm facing a bar

hear him trying to speak through his last breath

lowkey sound like a motherfucking asmr

pull up in that "who's she?", eating sushi

with the bleu cheese, yelling out the window "whoopty"

who said they gon

whoop me

do a bitch nasty like

boosie

play that carter v cause that bitch caught a 5

bullets soaring, feeling like i'm

tunechi

fuck around make me a grill cheese

all this bread and cheddar, they gon

sue me

all my opps is lying like they knew me

drip so sick i'mma need that soup tea

hit her one time with that motherfucking bruce lee

split a bitch lacefront into a two-piece

they done sent the wrong nigga out for blood

i'm just finna finger fuck em with the fucking rifle

but that nigga is a bitch

so the only blood he getting is a monthly cycle

gang in this bitch and i'm sitting on my throne

this that big dick energy

no perfume, i need cologne

she done fucked 9 dicks in one day

that pussy dead, okay. poor cat, poor cat

this pussy so low mileage, when i fuck him he scream "corvette, corvette" (skrrrrt)

i bet pooh sheisty in the crib right now like "who the fuck is this? who the fuck is you?"

the beat so sticky i'm taking your shit

i done turned pooh shiesty to winne the pooh

yeah, that's how shiesty a bad bitch get

i'll get on your beat and i'm taking your shit (gimme that!)

naw, i'm just playing, man

shout out to bro and shout out to durk man, you niggas lit

but back to these hating bitches

i can make your nigga cum and swallow all my nut

fuck his ass one time, make him feel special when he all up in my guts

and he could never cum in my mouth unless i got a whole lotta hiccups

i told him "no nigga, you can't cum inside i'm doing curbside pickups"

fuck is you saying? boy i'm in japan

every time we land they asking for a pic

you know the dress splitting up a happy home, so the dress gotta have a split

i gave a opp head and then when he came i spit it out into a dish

then make that nigga drink his own semen, no this semi ain't gon miss

this shit different, you smell that?

inhale that shit

when fashion nova send me free clothes i sell that shit

cause it's all about that dollar, ain't shit else gon entice me

terry crews up in white chicks, i'm finna beat a nigga to the white meat

they like "that's the girl that do giveaways

she too sweet to do a homicide"

type to beat a bitch by her mama beats, like cover ears since your daughter crying (damn)

they don't even know i take money

leave a dumb bitch so demonitized

my bank account look like a lot of donuts while you bitches can't afford an apple pie

i'll pull up with that glizzy (that glizzy)

revolver make a nigga dizzy (he dizzy)

keep one low hand on that trigger (brrrrrraah)

then start shooting shit like i'm lindsay

it's no cap under this wiggy

ain't no love bitch, i'm gritty

bitch i did this for chicago cause i'm putting on for my city

gang