Bleed The Wicked Menace - As Above So Below

Glock 9
Out a window
Don't get bullets in your spine

Always run your mouth
But you don't ever be outside

Catch a (?...)
We 'gon leave 'em in his (?...)

Get the yellow tape
This finna be another crime

Nah we don't play
I got thirty in this bitch i let it spray

Dancin' with the devil
I ain't got no need 'em pray

Sleep all day
To me
Promise
I ain't tryin' stay away

Too mutch faith
Fuck with me
I'll hit you skull until it break
Leave his body laying dead
Laid up in a (?...)

If this place don't make 'em jump
I bet these bullet make 'em shake

I got homies doing beans
I got homiеs doing racks

I don't (?...) gettin' fucked up
I've to put you in your placе

Holloway

If a red on his head
Leave them dead in the street

Taking meds
From my pants
I keep quiet
I dont speak

You'll laid up in the sheet
You'll get hit up with a stick
And this gon' knock you off your feet
Your got god up on your side
Ima make sure that you'll meet

Hit your blocks
Pullin' back we (?...)
We at your door like trigger (?...)

Talk that shit and you get zipped up
Bith my pistol got no hiccups

(?...)
Never switched up

Runnnin' block
It is a stick up block

Pull up and spit at the (?...)

Hundred round drum
And this stick let it spray

Bitch you know how im (?...)
But pussy got somethin' to say

Like
You ain't ever trapped
You ain't never ever bang

(?...)
(?...)

You ain't feelt the pain
Of a hustle man

But you know im (?...)
If you want some (?...)

Bleed