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blood summer - lil' velo lyrics

[verse 1]
b*tch, we steady lurkin’, pop outside, you know what’s up
all these b*tches f*ckin’, i ain’t trippin’ off no sl*t
heard they got a bounty, tell ‘em double that sh*t up
b*tch, my shooter hungry, he gon’ smoke ‘em like a blunt
i don’t f*ck with rappers, all these n*ggas fake as h*ll
heard his ass was lackin’, now his homies wish him well
they was talkin’ tough, we sent them demons straight to h*ll
caught him with his b*tch, now she screamin’, “oh well”
why these n*ggas cap? they ain’t stepped on sh*t
b*tch, we up the score, we ain’t worried ‘bout sh*t
pull up on they block, hundred rounds in this whip
i ain’t gotta say a word, my lil’ shooter let it rip

[hook]
how the f*ck these n*ggas talkin’, but they ass ain’t slidin’?
we done spun they f*ckin’ block so much, these b*tches hidin’
choppa got a hundred, when it hit, it ain’t no survivin’
n*ggas screamin’ gang, but when we slide, they stay in silence
b*tch, i’m with them demons, we gon’ drill until we drop
heard that p*ssy woofin’, now his ass up in a box
we don’t do no talkin’, let the glocks do all the opps
they say they gon’ k!ll me, but they never send no shots
[verse 2]
ice up on my neck, b*tch, these vvs real as f*ck
he was talkin’ sh*t until we rolled his ass up
n*ggas out here dissin’, now they homie in a blunt
b*tch, we stand on business, ain’t no playin’ with us
n*gga tried to run, but them hollow tips fast
boy, your homie dead, you ain’t slidin’, gettin’ cash
i just spent a bag on a fully*automatic
all my opps be p*ssy, they just internet cappin’
i don’t do no talkin’, let that 30 do the speakin’
n*ggas steady duckin’, where the f*ck is all that beefin’?
pull up on his block, drop a body, then we leavin’
f*ckin’ on his b*tch, she love demons, she be tweakin’

- lil velo lyrics

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