Blood Bath lyrics

[Intro]
Real top opp sh*t, FTO, FTL, it go both ways n*gga, (Flock)
Wait, wait wait, don't do it blood bath, don't do it blood bath, got him

[Chorus: Milo Floxks]
Brodie bounced out right up on him, tryna tap his brain
We done been through every n*gga block, tryna test the flame
Brodie had got locked up for some B's and he ain't been the same
Hit him on that porch with that torch, brodie hit his brain

[Verse 1: Milo Floxks]
We walk sh*t down, we don't shoot from corners, n*ggas be really lame
We bent they block me and bro was feindin' to flock
That's how I got my name
Blood bath forreal, we ready to crash
Me and bro tryna catch a chain
We givin' out headshots
Go to the P to go test knocks
Still free the whole campaign

[Verse 2: Mori Briscoe]
We on that block tryna clean up
Thesе n*ggas woke up the reapеr
Lil bro said he sleep with his Nina
We call him gully the way that he creep up
He a loose screw, he givin' face shots
Pack him if he let the the rake drop
n*ggas keep yelling slime f*ck it
I guess we gone have to go wipe a snakes snot
Over here we drop cells, n*gga not tears
Lost bro and we sent up some peers
Like, only the strong gon' survive
Free Mar Blixk been down for some years
Celine demon all black when I creep
48 'em I rock 'em to sleep
I throw a shot and watch everyone flee
Kept banging and banging till we caught a B
n*gga
[Verse 3: Denz Flocks]
I be screaming out who shot you new chopper tinted out
Beamer coupe with two knockers steak and mash at Peter Luge
Punch hit got two rockers face off, it's me or you
We ain't playin', oops, got him
Two to fifth, no love
On point, gotta stay 50 got a few clips
Walk down on them, you know them rakes with me
Merged up, stay gritty
Rumors out, name Dizzy
Crew slip, hold slugs, lock it down, K-Glizzy

[Verse 4: Envy Caine]
Jump out, sneak up on a n*gga, fah fah he gone n*ggas know how I get
Got gang in the spot bro ready to crash out and we all got blick
Bro think he a killer when we got the lo on them n*ggas, they all got hit
Headshot heard son, put the gun to his eyes
He was shocked when he saw that sh*t
Three fingers down, we don't f*ck with n*ggas
Folks getting pape, I see why they don't like us
Keep on dropping them signs, look up in the sky
Now we smoking sun in the cypher
Top opp all I know is the Lots three shots get him gone dig in a striker
Now they losing they minds, how these n*ggas thinkin they slime, when we do the wiping

[Chorus: Milo Floxks]
Brodie bounced out right up on him, tryna tap his brain
We done been through every n*gga block, tryna test the flame
Brodie had got locked up for some B's and he ain't been the same
Hit him on that porch with that torch, brodie hit his brain