Back In Blood Freestyle

Catch one of y'all lacking outside it's gonna be murder, word to my mother Gang Blixky the blixky Twirl, twirl Know we spinning turning, Blixkys hanging out Suburbans One step two step, oppas stacking but we caught them lacking They ain't spin shit they on they asses and they never trapping Talk your shit you stupid bitch we just gon' leave you in the mud Got your homies sending drops thought they was loyal guess they not Let's see what happens when you f*ck around with us you gonna get popped Aim my .40 at his māthā, turn his brain to pasta That shit gon' bust like a piñata, then we hit ya mama Got your bitch giving me top up in my drop, them lips be locked We ain't sliding in no fisbowl 'cause that block gonna be hot At least we gon' be sliding more than Durk, he never did for Von Grab a gun and get some getback, shut the f*ck up don't respond Do a drill we swiss that car, they ain't gonna get too far Hop out on feet with that new Drac, Dump the clip and hit them long Rolling opps up in my Wood and I made sure that pack was Runtz F*ck GDK we killed your homies And we did that shit for fun Talking that rah rah acting like these switches ain't gon' hurt Y'all did too much so now y'all getting back what you deserve I made it clear that you ain't bout this life lil bitch you nervous My steppers 'bout to hit your block and you know they be lurking If you hear that choppa 'round your block you betta run We gon' drill up all ya brothers, kill them 1 by 1 You can't hide from us lil bitch because my shooters on the hunt Don't try sum f*ck shit 'cause you know that we gon' get our shit in blood We gon' get our shit in blood Do a drive by while I'm dumping these hollows from out my drum Shoot up they crib riding thru the slums Run through a couple blocks and have a little fun wit all these guns