SPIKE LEE BLOODIE & DudeyLo

[Intro]
Ahh, oh my—
Like, where the fuck is he—
(Hardheaded, baby)
Oh my God
Oh my—
Where the fuck is he—
Bow, bow, bow, nigga
Bow, bow, bow
It’s that Dudeylo nigga, man
Every fuckin' track ya heard?
Shot after fuckin' shot
Oh my God

[Chorus: Dudeylo & Bloodie]
Summer time and I bet they won’t like me
Spin through makin' movies like Spike Lee
Baow, bullets dirty it’s white tee
Put a check on his head like it’s Nike
Who? Yeah, that’s your bitch while she ride me
Eatin' dick while you callin' her wife-y
I know that she yours but I think that she like me
Like I will grab the chop if that boy try to fight me

[Verse: Dudeylo & Bloodie]
Pop me a perc and start going insane
Ahh, on Lenox we flockin' for Caine
3 knocks in the V we ain’t stoppin' for what?
Like word to my dead’s we gon' go on this chase
Remember on them courts how we let shit bang
On the O but them niggas can’t hang
Lackin' Makks put shit in the frame
Lackin Makks seen my chops go flame
Ay-Ayo Bloodie like, h-how many niggas was runnin'?
Up down the steps we was yellin' “What’s Gunnin'?”
Sit back then my niggas start huntin'
Ayo Dudey, why they frontin'?
No V took a bus we was buggin'
40’s start barking, 30 was muzzin'
Said my name on his block then you know that we comin'
I’m in love with my gun like a fatal attraction
Like she a baddie, she got attachments
A-And if she jam, she know I'ma slap her
B-But if she don’t, then she know I'ma clap her
I love my gun cause this bitch actin' ratchet
Wherever I bring her, she gettin' active
Don’t gotta tell her, she make it happen
She make sure I’m sturdy, I’m never lackin'
Like watch how I-
Like like, watch how I geek any drop
Like different breed ima tweak with my knock
I smoke Leroy he dead in a box
Gaddy was hot, but that jet couldn’t fly
Like, they shot him right out of the sky
Shit a shame how that dumb nigga died
How many times we done been on they side?
Like like, bro put the beam on the-
Like, I put the beam on who?
Like tryna spin? gotta come with you too
Boy get shot if he jackin' the 2
Lotti got left, Kal G too
Th-They never gunned they was spinnin in groups
Where’s the Ls that be flockin for Lou?
I catch me a L then I’m flockin that too