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spill sum - 9bmeechie & luldoit lyrics

[intro: 9bmeechie & junior reid]
(modern vampires of the city) brr
(hunting blood, blood) 9 block or switch blocks, man
f*ck 8 block, tell them boys stop mentionin’ us (blood)

[chorus: 9bmeechie]
we got smoke all through the ‘burbs, we made them n*ggas clique up
switch out the track’, that b*tch got hot, the d*cks know we might slip up (every day, make money)
this switch go off, no, you can’t run, 3 ‘nem gon’ help assist us
back to the block where we post up, you come, you not gon’ miss us
that switch went off, lil mari hit, now they won’t spin through l block
spin through the 8, they not on sh*t, them boys some easy headshots
bail out and clap sh*t up, this ain’t for clout, we need some dead opps
they ass don’t call the phone, this four*nick’ b*tton’ll lock on dreadlocks

[verse 1: 9bmeechie]
the glizzy hit him, hе can’t talk and he don’t come outside
four shootеrs bouncin’ out that jeep, you fall, we get on ass
fin*fin d*gg*n’ different states, lil’ mo, he better not crash
chopper sh*lls heat up his body, six*two spittin’ gas

[refrain: 9bmeechie]
brother got the wheel, we f*ck 12 up, it’s always been a chase
i got b*tton all on my side, you try to run, we press erase
we be on the 9, you come through here, then your ass just get faced
12 just hit the lights, know they get flushed, we never play no games
[verse 2: 9bmeechie]
caught a b, went to the crib, brother wanna play the game
call my big brother, know he gon’ slide, do years all in that cage
goofies out here sharin’ guns, i repeat, not in our lane
catch one outside, he get cropped, call lil’ stain, get him paid
run out on they ass with that ar, this fully got no aim
we be on y’all block, y’all post out there, ride through and let off flames
come out on they ass with 23 b*tton, lil’ nalli spittin’ drac’
crazy got the wheel, f*ck up them boys, it’s not gon’ be a chase

[verse 3: luldoit]
mojo popped out big four*nick’, i tell lil’ bro to switch somethin’
this tlx, this b*tch too smooth, i might just do some pickups
f*ck from the back, if she wan’ go, i bet 3 ‘nem gon’ hit her
bounce with a micro, big three inch, this ho’ll f*ck a brick up
my baby spills, they on the hunt, they tryna go and spill somethin’
and you can’t get up in this v if you ain’t never k!lled nothin’
marion just bounced before i stopped, big brother tryna get one
this freaky b*tch want me to stop, i’m like, “i’m tryna feel somethin'”
lil’ will done died, got left on 3, i’m like, “where lil’ bro go?”
jayski got his eyeball took, he died in front of his front door
we been f*ckin’ up the opps, this summer, we done went up four
switchy hit his neck, he can’t even breathe, he cryin’ all on the floor
[chorus: 9bmeechie]
we got smoke all through the ‘burbs, we made them n*ggas clique up
switch out the track’, that b*tch got hot, the d*cks know we might slip up (every day, make money)
this switch go off, no, you can’t run, 3 ‘nem gon’ help assist us
back to the block where we post up, you come, you not gon’ miss us
that switch went off, lil mari hit, now they won’t spin through l block
spin through the 8, they not on sh*t, them boys some easy headshots
bail out and clap sh*t up, this ain’t for clout, we need some dead opps
they ass don’t call the phone, this four*nick’ b*tton’ll lock on dreadlocks

- 9bmeechie luldoit lyrics

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