Bludded lyrics

[Intro: RJLDiablo, Sticky Cheese & KSI]
(b*tch, it's RJ Bih on the track, yeah)
(Yeah, bro, you got bars)
Blood, blood, blooded
Woah, huh

[Chorus]
Blooded, blooded, blooded, ayy
Blooded, blooded, blooded, ayy, ayy
Blooded, blooded, ayy, ayy
Blooded, blooded, blooded, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse]
Hey, what these b*tches talkin' 'bout?
We pull up and air 'em out, what these retards scared about?
It's a f*ckin' murder now, wow
Pull up wit' a clip and we might spray it (Spray it)
I can't f*ck with you on that gay sh*t (Gay sh*t)
I can't rate your sh*t 'cause I made it (Made it)
I can't stand your sh*t, man, I hate it (Hate)
Uh, what you talkin' 'bout?
Pull up on your block, shoot you, then we walkin' out
All these sons-of-b*tches talkin', kill you, now they mourning, ouch
I'm finna pull up, shoot up the morgue, then out, ugh, ayy
Racks on thеse racks, that's a statement today
b*tchеs on b*tches, that's sugary wafers
pus*y so good, I won't save it for later
Shorty so fine, ass 'bout to make me suffocate, yeah (Ooh-ooh)
Huh, just walked out the club, I was lookin' Tom Brady
f*ck on your b*tch and then go back to Wales, yeah
I made some music and then I got paid, yeah
Just made two mixtapes, so when is the pay-check?
Oh wait, have I been paid yet? (Ooh-ooh)
f*cked up the world and now I am the one
b*tches look for me, like, "The f*ck, what you want?"
We light 'em up, man, opps gon' get bunned
Pull up, we shank you or your mums
Shanice got that peach, got that bum
My man got killed, now the opps on the run
Feds gonna kill 'em, our work has been done
f*ck up a rival, out the shadows I sprung
This is the U.K., f*ck bringing a gun
Me and these peng-tings be minglin' for fun
This is young R.J., light opps like the sun
And they won't have a son (Ooh-ooh), uh
[Chorus]
Blooded, blooded, blooded, ayy
Blooded, blooded, blooded, ayy, ayy
Blooded, blooded, ayy, ayy
Blooded, blooded, blooded, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Open Verse]

[Chorus]
Blooded, blooded, blooded, ayy
Blooded, blooded, blooded, ayy, ayy
Blooded, blooded, ayy, ayy
Blooded, blooded, blooded, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Outro]
Racks on these racks, that's a statement today
b*tches on b*tches, that's sugary wafers
pus*y so good, I won't save it for later
Shorty so fine, ass 'bout to make me suffocate, yeah (Ooh-ooh)
Man, racks on these b*tches, make statements next day