Bloody Summer

I'm on my throne, nigga You think I'm bothered Bitch, I'm covered down in water Sir I'm fuckin' on your daughter I might give that bitch a baby I'm lowkey actin' like my father, nigga Twenty-three, five kids, nigga You gotta hustle hard Flexing Bitch, blat It's splat splat Put the thirty to a bitch face His brain splat Guillotine to that nigga, neck His head whacked Left him dead on the E-Way We did that Aye, stretch him I can't f*ck with thots because they messy Hectic When she suckin' cock, I hold my Wesson Testy Cause Bitches be the opps, cause bitches desperate Destined I'm gon' be the one If God bless me Testin' You gon' be the one You try to test me SK You gon' try to run, but you ain't fast enough Drake talk Don't do no one-on-ones Don't let them gas you up Chalk him out a whole lot of guns We had to blast him up bitch, I'm the king Wit a guillotine Where his head at Call Kai Chi He love all the beef It's bloody summer rap Bitch, my glock It's a guillotine You can get your head snapped Yo, lil' homie, cut him up now Y'all can't get his head back You think I'm bothered Bitch, I'm covered down in water And sir, I'm fuckin' on your daughter I might give that bitch a baby I'm lowkey actin' like my father, nigga Twenty-three, five kids, nigga You better hustle hard Aye Flex Bitch, blat It's splat splat Put the thirty to a bitch face His head splat Left him dead on the E-Way We did that I got a magnum with a dick And I ain't talkin' intercourse I got three demons and four angels But that's my inner voice I ride with DeDe and Lil Andre Cause you know they twins Got Sham and Cub inside this vessel But Cub his kid And king ain't from this era Or Kai Chi his pet King's a Dragon Kai Chi's a wolf They slide like they death It's me and Quenny in this bitch Just us eight The best And you can't slide like Hateful Eight Nigga, that's on the set I got a hunnid You won't slide Nigga, let's make a bet And if you slide, I'll let off fire until I hit your head If you don't slide, then I slide and leave your homies dead And after that, we spinning back to take out the rest You think I'm bothered Bitch, I'm covered down in water And, sir, I'm fuckin' on your daughter I might give that bitch a baby I'm low-key actin' like my father, nigga Twenty three, five kids, nigga you better hustle harder Flexing Bitch blat It's splat splat Put the thirty to a bitch face His brain splat Guillotine to that nigga neck His head whacked Left him dead on the E- Way We Did That