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Omb Bloodbath Aye BB

[Intro]
It's BB (Fred, you a fool)
Ayy, ayy
Scoot Up Gang, nigga
Eleven-seven, it's stuck on the chain, it's stuck on the brain, nigga

[Chorus]
You wanna know what they say in the Tre? Ayy, BB
Ridin' down the K with the K? Ayy, BB
Why these niggas steady wanna hate on BB?
Ain't gotta say my name, read the chain, it's BB
I got them hoes hollerin'
Ayy, BB, ayy, BB, ayy, BB, ayy, BB, ayy, BB
I got the streets sayin'
Ayy, BB, ayy, BB, ayy, BB, ayy, BB, ayy, BB
Ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]
The streets is gettin' hot, I'm on the block with all my tools on (My tools on)
Posted in the projects, and I got all my jewels on (My jewels on)
A walkthrough cost some bands, I got Balenciaga shoes on (Balen'-len')
Talkin' all that hot shit, he get popped quick if he move wrong (F&N)
Everybody know me as the one that came with Shootston (That came with Shootston)
And I'm straight up out of Houston (Straight up out that H)
Know my young niggas scootin' (You know that they gon' scoot)
Ain't gotta ask, 'cause they'll do it (They gon' blow)
And don't ask me 'bout no shootings (I don't know)
You know I'ma play stupid (Stupid)
These streets love me like I'm Boosie (Boosie)

[Chorus]
You wanna know what they say in the Tre? Ayy, BB
Ridin' down the K with the K? Ayy, BB
Why these niggas steady wanna hate on BB?
Ain't gotta say my name, read the chain, it's BB
I got them hoes hollerin'
Ayy, BB, ayy, BB, ayy, BB, ayy, BB, ayy, BB
I got the streets sayin'
Ayy, BB, ayy, BB, ayy, BB, ayy, BB, ayy, BB
Ayy

[Verse 2]
Ayy, BB, who got B? Let me know, I'm scootin' up (I'm scootin' up)
Hop out on feet with the heat, no drive-bys, we walkin' up (Walkin' up)
My nigga Ded up in the backseat on them Addys, booted up (He booted up)
And Mikey just got out the feds, we on they heads, we goin' up (We goin' up)
Just hit a chump with the pump, I'ma squeeze 'til it won't dump (Damn)
And if he run, I'ma gun, pull the heat 'til that nigga slumped (Bang)
I done spent forty just on 'fits, I get you hit, can't make this up (Can't make this up)
And plus this 40 on my hip'll get you flipped, he can't get up (He can't)

[Chorus]
You wanna know what they say in the Tre? Ayy, BB
Ridin' down the K with the K? Ayy, BB
Why these niggas steady wanna hate on BB?
Ain't gotta say my name, read the chain, it's BB
I got them hoes hollerin'
Ayy, BB, ayy, BB, ayy, BB, ayy, BB, ayy, BB
I got the streets sayin'
Ayy, BB, ayy, BB, ayy, BB, ayy, BB, ayy, BB


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