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Back From the Dead
BLEU feat. JD on tha Track
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(JD On Tha Track)
G-Geremy
Ridin' in a Ghost (Ghost), the hood know me well
This shit hard to find (Yes), this that holy grail (Yes)
Courtside, sit so close, it's like we know the players (Yes)
But I'm a player too, my jersey in the booth
Bitch, I'm in my bag, Gucci puffer coat (Coat)
Nigga, I'm in my bag, I brung enough for us both (Bitch)
You fuckin' with the G.O.A.T
Uh, fuck nigga, ridin' in a 'Vette
Every time I hit the gas, it make her pussy wet
How Young Bleu got all them millions, he ain't went viral yet
No, I don't be on TikTok
But I got Sierra Leone diamonds in this wrist watch
We did the impossible, told my niggas, "Lock and load"
We got drums in this bitch like rock and roll
AR bullets run through niggas like we run through obstacles
Fuck we fightin' for? Step on a nigga like a cockroach
I fuck with Mexicans from Mexico, they kill you, vรกmonos (Vรกmonos)
We jump off the porch, Geronimo like eenie-miney-mo
I look over my shoulder more than a nigga drop the soap
Bitch, you nasty, real nasty, nastier than guacamole
I'm so supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
See you pussies in the afterlife, we at your casket closin'
Home invasion, check the front door, then see if the back is open
Be aware, don't be lackin', focused, they might crack you open
Racked up (Money on your head, fuck nigga)
I come alive (Come back from the dead, fuck nigga)
You scared, fuck nigga
And if the streets say amen, what you wanna do?
Run this money up (Run it), run this money up (Run it)
Run this money up (Run it), run this money up (Run it)
Run this money up (Run it), run this money up (Run it)
Run this money up (Run it), run this money up (Run it)
This the intro, nigga
He on the list, so get his info, pull a kick door, nigga
How you gon' run? We on your ass just like a nympho, nigga
New real estate, no, you can't find this shit on Zillow, nigga
I had the ups, couldn't even slide, he had his kiddos with him
New rental car, I copped it, my bitch name, the windows tinted
Big Bleu the big old menace
New magazine, 'xtendo on the Glock, it shoot like gasoline
We tryna rob everything, we ain't nothin' but a pack of thieves
I'm ridin' with a Kodak killer, these bitches be mad and bitter
They don't know about Geremy Bilder, I came from rags to richer
Nigga, I ain't scared to get you
I was in here with the roaches and the rats
I'm on go like a soldier in Iraq
Tell these niggas I don't want no interaction
More transactions
Fuck nigga, I need more transactions
Racked up (Money on your head, fuck nigga)
I come alive (Come back from the dead, fuck nigga)
You scared, fuck nigga
And if the streets say amen, what you wanna do?
Run this money up (Run it), run this money up (Run it)
Run this money up (Run it), run this money up (Run it)
Run this money up (Run it), run this money up (Run it)
Run this money up (Run it), run this money up (Run it)
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