Bloodie Flow lyrics

[Intro: DudeyLo]
(It's that DudeyLo n*gga, man, every f*ckin' track you heard?)
Come here (Shot after f*ckin' shot, n*gga)
Look, where the f*ck is he? (808DAVE)
Like (Free BLOODIE, n*gga)
Baow-baow (Free the f*ckin' drops, n*gga)
Where he goin'? Baow, baow, baow

[Chorus: DudeyLo]
Lil bro on the drill and he know
I'm just comin' for 'rec, I'm not comin' to post
The plan was to give it and go but lil' bro in my ear said he wanna throw
For the set I was doing the most
Let off shots for my deads, what the f*ck is a post?
In the Bronx, four deep, four poles
Do you know what it took to get back to the hood?
Runnin' and duckin' from n*ggas, that's regular
I just called Boogz on the phone, made a bet for him
Bet I aim for his back, hit back of his head or something
Too many shots, ain't the way that he gettin' up
Too many knocks, not any block they could get with us
Free the bros in the spot they got sittin' up
I sent a Kite, I tell brodie to pick him up
Rah took a Uber and let n*ggas lift him up
He should've got him a regular cab, now he got a difficult story
They tried to say Lil Notti went out bad, but lil' brodie went out with his glory
Ah, do you know what that mean? He put his life on the line for the team
And Rob put his life on the line for the skeeze
So I sent shots for lil bro, that's the B's
[Verse 1: Dee Play4Keeps]
Now look, I'm on the banger, if I see the opps
Don't wanna hang out, I'd rather get guap
The first one to reach for his gat, throw one to his kidney, he wanna bang out just like the Drops
This n*gga Mari a rat, on his Maybach, word to bro, n*gga ran to the cops
Slappin' him down with the scap and the lock in the sock
Oh, oh, that's the fox?
Catch JB i risk it take it what he got
And I, and I put that on 'Dot, you can call your flocks and watch him get dropped
n*gga, free the bros out the rocks and the kite you get shot off the deuce in the spot
Tourin' Britney, big G-Lock, but I up it and dump it when I see the opps
G-Gee Gotti duckin', n*gga a goofy, that n*gga lucky it wasn't his kufi
I sold the heads, we made a movie, I tried to flip, but the Hi-Point was goofy
Damn, runnin' and duckin' like who he
Free my drop, out the box he go cool with the team
Bow, bow what you hear when he fled
Everybody scared, puttin' up their hand

[Chorus: DudeyLo]
Lil bro on the drill and he know
I'm just coming for wreck, I'm not coming to post
The plan was to give it and go
But lil' bro in my ear said he wanna throw
For the set I was doing the most
Let off shots for my deads, what the f*ck is a post?
In the Bronx with Dee 4 poles
Do you know what it took to get back to the hood?
Runnin' and duckin' for n*ggas, that's regular
I just called Boogz on the phone, made it back [?]
But I aim for his back, hit back of his head or something
Too many shots ain't the way that he gettin' up
Too many knocks and it blocked, they could get with us
Free the bros in the spot, they got [?]
I sent a kayak, tell brodie to pick him up
Rah took a Uber and let n*ggas lift him up
He should've got him a regular cab, now he got a difficult story
They tried to say Lil Notti went out bad, but lil' brodie went out with his glory
Do you know what that mean? He put his life on the line for the team
And Rob put his life on the line for the skeeze
So I sent shots for Lil, that's the B's
[Verse 2: BLOODIE]
I go Dotty for Dotty, you get what you got
I'm not even gonna stop when the CO say stop
I get to beatin' him down with the mop, the broom
Stick on the 'lock in the sock
b*tch, I'm the top, I would throw up the Wokk
But I be with the O's in the spot
Who telling me what, b*tch, I'm shoot or get shot
But if I get shot, bro I'm still gone
They all know what's up, who telling me what
Bouba got flopped over thinkin' he tough
Word to bro he from bronx and got punched
When he saw the scap b*tch said woah that's the gun, free me and the drops