​gimmie bluud #greed lyrics

[Intro: *67]
I'm with I-V-C, and we makin' bucks- bucks
How you doin' sl*t, you ain't gang? Then get the f*ck- f*ck
With yo' b*tch she sucking nuts (Die)
And her wrists so cut- ut
I can't f*ck with fake love, you gon' have to give me blood
And it's- (I love *67 and I love #GREED)

[Verse 1: *67]
I'm with ZINO, and we runnin' checks up
In the studio just to let you n*ggas know you suck (Hehehe)
You ain't makin' money and yo' lyrics just not addin' up- up
And I'm sippin' wock, sh*t expensive, so don't touch my cup
I'm with I-V-C, and we makin' bucks (Haha, losers!)
If you rowdy, then wassup?
You ain't gang? Then get the f*ck (What's your problem?)
With yo' b*tch she suckin' nuts, and her wrists so cut (Please don't drain-)
I can't f*ck with fake love, you gon' have to give me blood
And it's tatted on my wrist, so I don't givе a f*ck (Die)
*67 so based, shawty what's up? (*67)
And she coming to thе club, and she wanna get f*cked
I'm a f*ckin' devil, baby, I know that you want some
(I really hate Robotnik)

[Verse 2: ZINOBLADE]
Told that b*tch to give me blood (Die)
I got opps know where I'm at
Don't my opps know where I be
Postin' shots right at his bean
I'm so evil in yo' residence, you n*ggas don't like me (Hehehe)
Commit treason, it made hella sense, white man, he ain't like me
If he's mad, we gettin' federal, we smokin' on that E
b*tch, I'm smokin' on that gas, so it make it hard to breath
b*tch, I pull up with that-
My Glock caused a whole scene
I spin back right through yo' hood
Half them n*ggas do know me
Please don't get misunderstood 'cause I'm on D-N-D
Shut up, n*gga, b*tch, I'm good
Get this check so I can eat
Yo' b*tch wanna suck on me
Put yo' liver straight to sleep