Bloody Mary

CartierMixThatShitUp Gang I'm about to talk my shit He not gon' shoot you up Damn Spancy But my memory is not dead QuanDaGleesh, nigga These niggas know since middle school QuanDaGleesh, been a savage These niggas went from having hoop dreams to drill & rappin In a couple years, they gon' look back like this song this a classic Pussy nigga tryna short me, but I know when math, not mathin Remember the days when me and gang used to flip on the dirty mattress Nigga, we was out here causing hell You was up in practice And if niggas don't start seeing the picture, I'ma come with graphics Sometimes I get these feelings, that's like f*ck it, let's start crashing Okay, let's get straight No more bullshit, no more games I'ma QuanDaGleesh hoe, what's your name Pop a nigga like a bag of some lays Coaching niggas like I'm calling the plays If I get caught, I just get through my days Always had a place I can go stay Smoking anybody get in my way QuanDaGleesh, Stupid Retarded, Insane Bitches okay with not being in the main Crop his ass out, take em out of the frame Shoot it from far cause I got Stephen range With my niggas, by myself, still the same Got no reason, to switch up or to change QuanDaGleesh, he the one that they gon' blame Choppa with vocals sound good when it sang He gon' need Jesus, a savior, a prayer Lose a bitch, get a new hoe the next day She feel with Quan, she protected & safe Smoke me a opp, then I visit his grave Hole his chest bout size of the cave Like the pussy looking bald, shaved Kill him when he get high, laced If this a race, I'm in first in place Know what I'm on Don't pay none of these goofy ass niggas attention They don't want war I'm kill the first nigga walking out the house As soon as I see the first foot out the door Pullin' up with some shit that's gon' make everybody get down low to the floor Remember them nights, struggling just to eat Had a nigga feeling like damn near he was poor Told Madukes one day we gon' be up And I promise I'ma give you the most Big bro, told me Quan look you gotta listen You a hard young nigga one day you can blow And when we bump heads, niggas bet not' lack Or, that nigga, he toast I ain't gotta tell neither one of my niggas Get ready, get set, them niggas on go Me and twin get the lookin' at these niggas, like when the f*ck These boys hopped off the porch? QuanDaGleesh, just always been a mean ass nigga He just never knew how just to be a good sport Hated when Mama & Grandma Had to get up and miss work Just to go with me to court Got two twin pistols on me Got em lookin' like Marcus & Markieff Morris I ain't got time to be dealin' with a bitch that nag All day that shit get annoying Nothin' but mud in my cup No you can't sip on this shit That a young nigga pourin Told the lil' bitch to kick rocks No, I'm not interested in you Right in the moment Niggas out here don't want smoke No, I'm not duckin' no beef Or no ham, or baloney Niggas be actin' like hoes Twin tell me get on his ass, but I'm already on it And the way that this gon' go It all depends on how you act and approaching Mama ask Quan How you do it? How you just act like you don't care & Got no emotions I told her Ma, this ain't no act A young nigga, been through a lot And it turned his heart colder You gotta chill You gotta chill You gotta chill bruh Hit the za bruh Hit the za