Bloody Profits lyrics

[Intro: Lil scoom89]
Ayy, ayy, Lil Azrael, b*tch
(Damn, Southside, you made this?)
Alright, Lil Azrael, Lil Azrael, Lil Azrael (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Lil Azrael, alright, uh, alright (Wheezy outta here)

[Verse 1: Lil scoom89]
We slidin’ on sh*t, ain't no passin' up (Nah)
b*tch-ass opp tried to talk, but he gassed up (Boom)
n*gga got hit ‘cause he switched, that’s bad luck (Dumbass)
Snitches get stitches, but f*ck it, he bagged up (Body bag)
Wrap his ass up like a gift in December (Christmas)
Stand on that sh*t, I ain't never been tender (Nah)
Four deep in that striker, we ridin’ with benders (Brrt)
Beam on his dome, had him shook when we sent 'em (Boom)
f*ck all that talkin’, I'm icy as f*ck (Frozen)
Big body foreign, this enginе too much (Skrrt)
Tinted-up whip, I ain't trustin' these f*cks (Nah)
Blow up thе spot if they actin' too tough (Boom)
Caught him in traffic, his mans tried to tuck (b*tch)
Tell 'em stop cappin’, they know what’s up (They know)
He said he alive, but them bullets said, "Hush" (Shh)

[Verse 2: Big Azrael]
Black hoodie, black mask, n*gga, I'm suited (What up?)
Don’t jump in this car if yo' ass ain’t ruthless (b*tch)
Ridin' with 30s and Glocks, we tooled up (Boom)
Hollow tips touchin’ his chest like a booster (Ha)
DOA, no stretcher, he up with the Lord (Ha)
Ain't got a stick? Then stay off the court (Lame)
These n*ggas be talkin’, informants, of course (Snitch)
Pull up, send seven, like Lillard, he torched (Brrt, brrt)
Opp n*gga cappin', he used to ride horses (What?)
Walk his ass down in some all-black Forces (b*tch)
He wanna be savage but ain't got no sources (Nah)
Talkin' that gang sh*t, but ain't got endorsements (Lame)
Say he a shooter, but ain't got no corpses (What?)
b*tch, I’m the reaper, my hands full of scorchin’ (Facts)
She talkin’ 'bout love? b*tch, get that abortion (Ha)
If I see a stain, just know I extort it (Mine)
New opps get found, this sh*t never borin’ (Brrt)
[Verse 3: Lil scoom89 & Big Azrael]
Them n*ggas out lackin', we torchin’ (Boom)
Did a drill in my 1’s, now my Forces creased (Damn)
Trap on my block, we taxin’ like priests (Ha)
n*ggas too weak, tell ‘em go get a lease (Go)
Ain’t spinnin’? Then f*ck it, we ain't gon' force it (Nah)
Lame-ass n*ggas, they goofy like Norbit (Clowns)
Took his lil' chain, b*tch, this look like water (Flex)
I’m stackin' this bread just to feed my daughter (Yeah)
Now I got racks, I spend 'em in order (b*tch)
Say I’m too hot like a pot in the boiler (Ha)
f*ck all my opps, put ‘em all in that order (Boom)
Them n*ggas cops, they workin' with lawyers (Snitch)
Plug out in Mexico, load from the border (Facts)
One opp got wet, his shirt outta order (Drenched)
Bad b*tch from Texas, she suck me in Florida (Throat)
Told her one night, b*tch, I can’t spoil ya (Nah)
Mama told me that these n*ggas ain't for ya (She did)
Bought me a foreign ‘cause I couldn't afford it (Skrrt)
Used to be broke, now my wrist got it sorted (Ice)
f*cked all the thots in the ‘Raq, they ain't loyal (Nah)

[Verse 4: Big Azrael
Here we go, spin again (Brrt)
n*ggas speak on the gang just to stay relevant (pus*y)
This a 10 milli’, knock down an elephant (Boom)
Ain’t jumpin’ in sh*t if the whip ain't tinted (Nah)
He ain't no opp, he ain't got no hits (Lame)
Four-nick went off, now he screamin’, "I'm hit" (Boom)
I ain't playin’ no games, no need for a pick (Nah)
When we slidin’, a couple got clipped (Ha)
Don’t want that Glock if it ain't got a switch (Brrt)
Don’t want that b*tch if she ain't suckin’ di*k (Nah)
Rap sh*t up, got my opps lookin' sick (Ha)
The Rollie bling-blaow all on my wrist (Ice)
[Outro: Big Azrael & Lil scoom89]
b*tch, brrt
The Rollie bling-blaow all on my wrist, ho
Lil Azrael, yeah