All bleed lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, huh
This n*gga dolla tryna be stingy with the blunt, on some b*tch n*gga sh*t
Four3va
And make sure you keep that in this mothaf*ckin song
This n*gga a b*tch
I'm tryna hit the wood, he tryna put this sh*t out' that sh*t lame

[Chorus]
We got Glocks, Gen5s, 308. stick, fully ARP
Don't f*ck with they trap sh*t ain't none come shop with us got what you need
See a opp broad day we all' squeeze
Real head tap gang we ain't scared of sh*t we all 'bleed
Ain't let a young n*gga f*ck when I was broke don't call' me
Young n*gga dog in the sheets I been in that pus*y all week
Tryna bust a brain
Got some money but some sh*t won't never change
To much of a real n*gga I'ma come out like I came
Huh, try to slide we boxxed em in
Opp n*gga talkin crazy like he ain't wanna bump alrеady popped a 10
Baby bro say how many n*ggas you popped I told lil bro like 10
I'ma rеal backdoor get slimed out for tryna bro me in
n*gga check the score, we in
Finna go drill gotta drop off the rental and pick up the Stoley benz
DB shootin the big ass stick out the window like RB hold me in
Gotta big ass Glock it really hold 24 I got the Kobe gen
Know I'ma buster for what he said, why the f*ck y'all n*ggas told me then
Most of these n*ggas police if we ain't homies then how you know me then?
Think you gotta plan to get this pole up on me you gotta show me then
If he ain't got no money substituted for his rollie then
Smokin Za get my drugs from 2 white boys, this Zack N Cody twin
[Verse]
Told the gang just stick together, keep on goin and we gon' win
This the life and we gon' sin, but as along as we repent
This hoe gotta accept this child cus' I ain't goin out like no b*tch
Told my dukes I'm done gettin high but I been pourin like a b*tch

[Refrain]
We got Glocks, Gen5s, 308. stick, fully ARP
Don't f*ck with they trap sh*t ain't none come shop with us got what you need
See a opp broad day we all' squeeze
Real head tap gang we ain't scared of sh*t we all 'bleed
Ain't let a young n*gga f*ck when I was broke don't call' me
Young n*gga dog in the sheets I been in that pus*y all week
Tryna bust a brain
Got some money but some sh*t won't never change
To much of a real n*gga I'ma come out like I came (Huh, huh)

[Outro]
We got Glocks, Gen5s, 308. stick, fully ARP
Don't f*ck with they trap sh*t ain't none come shop with us got what you need
See a opp broad day we all' squeeze
Real head tap gang we ain't scared of sh*t we all 'bleed
Ain't let a young n*gga f*ck when I was broke don't call' me
Young n*gga dog in the sheets I been in that pus*y all week
Tryna bust a brain
Got some money but some sh*t won't never change
To much of a real n*gga I'ma come out like I came