bloond on the leaves

Drill

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    Strange fruit hanging (grah, grah, grah, grah grah boom)
    Lee drilly
    From the poplar trees
    94gz, no gz like these, you heard? (aye, 2300 beats going crazy)
    Jack b's, Jack bigger b's, drop my shit we gon let it squeeze
    Blood on the leaves (woah, woah)

    And we still fuck the police
    Woah, I had the feds on my back, so I gotta move tact, I run when they say (freeze)
    I put 94 on the map, don't care what you Jack, I'ma let it squeeze (freeze)
    Caught me an opp, he tripped and that nigga ain't had it, turned him into weed
    Now that's blood on the leaves
    Damn, it is what it is
    And where I come from they don't care bout your mom
    They on timing, no thеy ain't stopping for kids (momma love, freeze)
    I don't got friends, I got brothеrs, came up from the gutter
    Don't judge us that's just how we live (freeze)
    Do a hit then invest in a lawyer, I got paranoia, don't talk what I did
    Cause my brothers doing biz (blood on the leaves)

    Got the racks when I walk in the spot
    Pass lil juju or louie the chop (drilly)
    Said what? Make it hot
    Move wrong, he shot
    They just broke and that's why they got no man
    Opps broke, and them niggas got no bands
    Mama barbie, got her moving slow damn
    But I came in harder than a chokeslam

    Ebk, gon have to get up with us
    Free the guys on the rock, had the sit ups
    No guns, like the page, you get ripped up
    And we only informants, don't kill us
    Free gotti, got [?] with him (gotti)
    If he diss on the deads, he a victim
    Dougie dissed on the deads and got hit (he hit)
    Said he walked in his shoes, but he can't even get up (my leg, my leg)

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    Everything that I got, I earned
    I put on, niggas know they heard
    Juju [?] bird (juju, ju)
    [?] Spit in your purse (she got knocked the fuck out)
    Young 940, I'm the first
    Try to run up on me, you merked
    Try to run up on me, you merked

    Know the deads got them niggas hurt (he got mad dead mans)
    [?] Went out bad, but blay went out worse
    Got a gun, so like, why would I fight you?
    On my block, don't let them niggas hype you
    I don't care if the heat right beside you
    Up first, shoot, I click em' on arrival
    Yeah she cute, but lil bitch, I don't like you
    We can't kiss, but baby, I'll pipe you

    Two opps, send shots, they dead
    Two-two doa's that was dead on arrival
    She came in wit' her man, but she leavin' wit' us
    No you can't be gang, you ain't bleedin' for us
    Is you ready to give out beatings for us?
    And I need hoes that be beastin' to fuck
    Caught me an opp, tried to reason wit' us
    And I know he wish he wasn't beefin' wit' us
    Like, all jokes aside, he ain't tweakin' wit' us
    Stevie wonder could see there's a demon in us (demon child)

    And we still fuck the police
    Woah, I had the feds on my back so I gotta move tact, I run when they say (freeze)
    I put 94 on the map, don't care what you Jack, I'ma let it squeeze (freeze)
    Caught me a opp, he tripped and that nigga ain't had it, turned him into weed
    Now that's blood on the leaves
    Damn, it is what it is
    And where I come from they don't care bout your mom
    They on timing, no they ain't stopping for kids (at all, they not stopping, freeze)
    I don't got friends, I got brothers, came up from the gutter
    Don't judge us that's just how we live (freeze)
    Do a hit then invest in a lawyer, I got paranoia, don't talk what I did
    Cause my brothers doing biz (blood on the leaves)

    Lee drilly
    94gz, no gz like these, you heard?
    Jack b's, Jack bigger b's, drop my shit we gon let it squeeze
    Mr. The reason your mother told you-
    Pop out, right there, get em', nigga

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