| Song Title: | Bleed |
| Singer: | A Boogie wit da Hoodie |
| Written: | S.Dot, JoeFromYO & A Boogie wit da Hoodie |
| Release Date: | June 16, 2020 |
| Label: | Atlantic Records & Highbridge The Label |
Bleed Lyrics
I don’t need love, that shit is so, so petty
Don’t you go tweet about it, we could speak about it if you really, really with me
Growing up bein’ in the gas stations, in the CVSs gettin’ gifties, yeah
And if you really my nigga
Word to mother, we gon’ split it fifty-fifty, yeah
They call me a SoundCloud boy
They stealin’ my sound now, boy
I feel like I’m really the king in my city
I got the crown now, boy
Two .38s on the side of me, lookin’ like a cowboy, yeah
Niggas be actin’ like bitches, I might as well just call you tomboys
Don’t play with me, .38 on me and I’m feelin’ so, so special
Niggas is lucky I’m busy gettin’ money ’cause I really could’ve left you
Pull up in my hoodie on the scene, so, so scary
I probably got more Mike Amiri jeans than Mike Amiri
Yeah, beasty, used to lurk in the bushes
Now when I open my eyes I look in the sky, hopin’ I make it to Heaven
You can have family ties, all rats gotta die
You can still be a dub if you tellin’
And even if it was my cousin, it is a dub
Fuck it, just knock off his melon
I swear I don’t need love, that shit is so, so petty
Don’t you go tweet about it, we could speak about it if you really, really with me
Pull up in my hoodie on the scene, so, so scary
Probably got more Mike Amiri jeans than Mike Amiri
Heard they wanna catch me lackin’, oh, please
Yeah, they don’t know I’m really odee
Niggas rattin’, eatin’ on cheese
Just free the real until they all free
Hoodie on, rockin’ long sleeves, uh, uh
Richard Mille make my wrist bleed, mmm, mmm
Lamborghini car keys, vroom, vroom
I don’t know why they actin’
Like they G’d up, hmm, mmm
Wipe a nigga nose like he sneezin’, hmm, mmm
Go to Elliot for Aquafina, huh, uh
Chain lookin’ like a hockey puck, hmm,
like a freezer, hmm
You told me never say never
Then you told me you would
Never get me set up (Yeah)
But love is a set-up already
Should have said
“I love you” to a Bentley (Mmm)
I know niggas that ain’t
Aven graduate can’t leave the country,
They felons already
But fuck it, at least they know better
Any nigga could tell ain’t no telling
I done seen niggas tell on they brother,
Them niggas was there for you when you were struggling
I done seen niggas love on they bitch and go kiss her and hug her right after she sucking dick
And you gotta watch out for niggas that’s watching your money, watch who you get money with
And don’t you compete with your own gang, no, don’t you go be on no funny shit
‘Cause niggas will tell on the whole gang ’cause they was jealous, so jealous, yeah
I was addicted to Balmain, I did every Amiri denim (Yeah)
I’m not a regular person, I threw away all my Margielas (Yeah)
Got a closet with nothing but fly shit, trendsetter from my hat to my sweater, yeah, yeah
I swear I don’t need love, that shit is so, so petty
Don’t you go tweet about it, we could speak about it if you really, really with me
Pull up in my hoodie on the scene, so, so scary
Probably got more Mike Amiri jeans than Mike Amiri
Hoodie on, rockin’ long sleeves, uh, uh
Richard Mille make my wrist bleed, uh, uh
Lamborghini car keys, vroom vroom
