"eternal bleeding" lyrics

Guns, drugs (Plug)
Uh, yeah
Bitch

The doctor said he got hit with fire, he got internal bleeding
Pull up on they block, we're on the opp perimeter
Accidentally shot back, we shoot Glock, no reason
My songs made racks, you was at my release

Prescription drugs take you off your feet
[?] me the drug, I got [?] relief
Different flows on different beats
Slime in a black truck with two freaks
Pop out with missiles, this shit gotta mess 'em up, feel like the boogeyman
Treat this boy just like he not here, a punching bag
I keep the Glock by my waist, by my underwear
Flex on that boy, see the Drac', he get jump-scared
Bitch
We havin' too much artillery, not fair
Nigga pull up to your place, you act like you ain't there
Don't got no [?] in my safe
Got no racks in my safe
Never know, might have a rainy day
[?] fire, put the scope [?] AK
Nigga talk mad, put some hoes in his face
He got no vibes, I can't come to your place
He got no hoes, I can't come to your place

Trapping with the guns and duffle bag, stuff in the side and the back
I got black on, soon I pop outside, I can't show that splat
I got [?] on my fucking side, you keep playing with that
Niggas think it's a joke 'till they get fried, now you ain't coming back

The doctor said he got hit with fire, he got internal bleeding
Pull up on they block, we're on the opp perimeter