Cupcakke - Back In Blood lyrics

[Intro] b*tches got their stimulus check Now they acting like they up ni**as hit me up online but when they see me it's a hug No Illuminati, but you want it? Come get it in blood If you looking for your mans b*tch come dig him out the mud Yeah b*tch come dig him out the mud [Verse] Gave him 6 feet like it's Covid Yeah that casket deep as fu*k Bought a section, but y'all ratchet Section 8 all in the club And that pussy so damn dry he gotta fu*k you in the tub Gang, gang b*tch it's demon time All I really want is a peace of mind But these hoes get addressed like it's Easter time Can't, can't gеt along when we combine Causе look ni**a, I don't talk. I speak, I shine But every time I call they'll put me on speaker just to show a motherfu*ker it's me on the line Then I hang up quick as hell, it's no pressure Brain so good he calling me Dexter If you wanna fu*k then show me your check stub Play a ni**a quick like I'm the new Alexa .223 on a AAR Couple shots like I'm facing a bar Hear him trying to speak through his last breath Lowkey sound like a motherfu*king ASMR Pull up in that "who's she?", eating sushi With the bleu cheese, yelling out the window "Whoopty" Who said they gon- Whoop me Do a b*tch nasty like- Boosie Play that Carter V cause that b*tch caught a 5 Bullets soaring, feeling like I'm- Tunechi fu*k around make me a grill cheese All this bread and cheddar, they gon- Sue me All my opps is lying like they knew me Drip so sick I'mma need that soup tea Hit her one time with that motherfu*king Bruce Lee Split a b*tch lacefront into a two-piece They done sent the wrong ni**a out for blood I'm just finna finger fu*k em with the fu*king rifle But that ni**a is a b*tch So the only blood he getting is a monthly cycle Gang in this b*tch and I'm sitting on my throne This that big dick energy No perfume, I need cologne She done fu*ked 9 dicks in one day That pussy dead, okay. Poor cat, poor cat This pussy so low mileage, when I fu*k him he scream "Corvette, corvette" (Skrrrrt) I bet Pooh Sheisty in the crib right now like "Who the fu*k is this? Who the fu*k is you?" The beat so sticky I'm taking your sh*t I done turned Pooh Shiesty to Winne the Pooh Yeah, that's how shiesty a bad b*tch get I'll get on your beat and I'm taking your sh*t (Gimme that!) Naw, I'm just playing, man Shout out to bro and shout out to Durk man, you ni**as lit But back to these hating b*tches I can make your ni**a cum and swallow all my nut fu*k his ass one time, make him feel special when he all up in my guts And he could never cum in my mouth unless I got a whole lotta hiccups I told him "No ni**a, you can't cum inside. I'm doing curbside pickups" fu*k is you saying? Boy I'm in Japan Every time we land they asking for a pic You know the dress splitting up a happy home, so the dress gotta have a split I gave a opp head and then when he came I spit it out into a dish Then make that ni**a drink his own semen, no this semi ain't gon miss This sh*t different, you smell that? Inhale that sh*t When FashionNova send me free clothes I sell that sh*t Cause it's all about that dollar, ain't sh*t else gon entice me Terry Crews up in White Chicks, I'm finna beat a ni**a to the white meat They like "That's the girl that do giveaways She too sweet to do a homicide" Type to beat a b*tch by her mama beats, like cover ears since your daughter crying (Damn) They don't even know I take money Leave a dumb b*tch so demonitized My bank account look like a lot of donuts while you b*tches can't afford an apple pie I'll pull up with that glizzy (That glizzy) Revolver make a ni**a dizzy (He dizzy) Keep one low hand on that trigger (Brrrrrraah) Then start shooting sh*t like I'm Lindsay It's no cap under this wiggy Ain't no love b*tch, I'm gritty b*tch I did this for Chicago cause I'm putting on for my city Gang