CRIME BLOODIE
"CRIME - BLOODIE" is a #HipHop track released in 2023 that explores themes of struggle, resilience, and the harsh realities of life. The lyrics reflect personal battles and societal issues, blending raw emotion with sharp storytelling. Unique elements include a haunting beat and intricate rhyme schemes, resonating with listeners and contributing to the genre's evolving narrative.
[Intro: Bloodie]
Grrr, glahh
Ahh, ahh
MB, MB (Grrr, ahh)
O's up, never Gz, you heard? (Ahh, look, MB)
(Gor on the track, bitch)
Look, it's a top opp— (O's up—)
Grrrt, look, ahh
[Chorus]
Y'all gotta stop dissin' my block, what the fuck?
Like-like, Lotti get put in this blunt
Like spinnin' on feet, bro we don't need a trunk
Don't need a car, eight deep on a bus
Like, I get mad and go take out my anger
Free Banga, Mr. Hop-Out-and-Bang-'em
He seen us on pass when he thought we were strangers
Brodie thought he was geekin'
Word to bro we could've flamed 'em
[Verse]
The Ds be tact' when we spinnin' on feet
Like, get to troopin' but we don't need no V
Like, I get mad cause my drops on a spree
Like, shot after shot, know we cleared out the scene
Like, 8 deep, we was on COE
Like, Ayo Fetty, bro call up Dah B
Ayo, JJ, go call up SB
Like, I could call up the O's or the Sleeze
They hear I'm the Makk, word to bro, they be stuck
Yus keep dissin, his man's in a blunt
He was big EMS but he kept it on the hush
Like, how the Makks gon' put you in the trunk
The S keep dissin, this shit got me tight
Ayo Day, Sha, Dyke
I heard it's lit, so we spin on a bike
They dissin on Notti, that shit for the hype
Like, Kal G should've ran with the dyke
Catch Day Ryer but we takin his-
Like, ain't gon lie this my second time lit
Like, word to bro I done ran through a brick
They was dissin on Dot, had to get off the bench
Like, Lisa it's hot, put the knocks in her kicks
Lil' Ndot keep dissin, that nigga a kid
Free Quan out the spot, bro just snatched him a Crip
Grrr, glahh
Ahh, ahh
MB, MB (Grrr, ahh)
O's up, never Gz, you heard? (Ahh, look, MB)
(Gor on the track, bitch)
Look, it's a top opp— (O's up—)
Grrrt, look, ahh
[Chorus]
Y'all gotta stop dissin' my block, what the fuck?
Like-like, Lotti get put in this blunt
Like spinnin' on feet, bro we don't need a trunk
Don't need a car, eight deep on a bus
Like, I get mad and go take out my anger
Free Banga, Mr. Hop-Out-and-Bang-'em
He seen us on pass when he thought we were strangers
Brodie thought he was geekin'
Word to bro we could've flamed 'em
[Verse]
The Ds be tact' when we spinnin' on feet
Like, get to troopin' but we don't need no V
Like, I get mad cause my drops on a spree
Like, shot after shot, know we cleared out the scene
Like, 8 deep, we was on COE
Like, Ayo Fetty, bro call up Dah B
Ayo, JJ, go call up SB
Like, I could call up the O's or the Sleeze
They hear I'm the Makk, word to bro, they be stuck
Yus keep dissin, his man's in a blunt
He was big EMS but he kept it on the hush
Like, how the Makks gon' put you in the trunk
The S keep dissin, this shit got me tight
Ayo Day, Sha, Dyke
I heard it's lit, so we spin on a bike
They dissin on Notti, that shit for the hype
Like, Kal G should've ran with the dyke
Catch Day Ryer but we takin his-
Like, ain't gon lie this my second time lit
Like, word to bro I done ran through a brick
They was dissin on Dot, had to get off the bench
Like, Lisa it's hot, put the knocks in her kicks
Lil' Ndot keep dissin, that nigga a kid
Free Quan out the spot, bro just snatched him a Crip
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