Enphamus – Real Bloody 3 Lyrics

Real Bloody 3 – Enphamus Lyrics

Teacher told me if I was a soldier, I'd become a general

If I was a monk, I'd become a pope

But instead I picked up a mic and became the greatest to ever do this shit, nigga, on God

by Midas, signed by Mansa Musa, bitch

What you bangin'? (Gold) What you claimin'? Get some straightenin', nigga (Straightenin', nigga)

Two gun bangin' (Yo), shit get brazy, bitch, I'm blazin', nigga (Blazin', nigga)

Twist your finger (Twist your finger), nigga play, make him famous, nigga (Golden)

Keep your banger, shit get dangerous, it ain't safe, lil' nigga (It's easy)

This shit still bloody 'round here, every day it's that time of the month, nigga, pеriod

Get out the hood and go get you a chain, a watch, a ring, and brand nеw veneers

Damn, I done got frostbite, hand me the ice, this shit make it hard to steer

Soon as he jumped in the street, he got left in the street, he should've learned from deers

I'm really from them apartments, to sixteen people like and

More of a Walmart nigga, but let a bitch play in a Publix, I'll kill him in Target

I cannot stop until Lil Wayne, Gucci, and Wu-Tang hit me like, "Boy, you the hardest"

You wouldn't know how it feel, my gun still right on my hip when I take out the garbage

My mama know I'm a fool, ever since sixth grade, I took a pistol to school

I ain't even have no opps, I was off of my rocker, on P, I just thought it was cool

I was just ten years old with loads of hoes on Kik sendin' me nudes

AB honor roll student, I wasn't engineering, I became a pro with these tools

Bitch, I'm a real deal P, no Scat Pack, I'll still pull up with them Bs

Nigga, matata, ain't been in that field, go ask , I'll dirty my cleats

I got a real long arm, Wembanyama, a nigga ain't outta my reach

Play with that chicken you want, we'll leave your blood on the money, it can't be beat

What you bangin'? (Gold) What you claimin'? Get some straightenin', nigga (Straightenin', nigga)

Two gun bangin' (Yo), shit get brazy, bitch, I'm blazin', nigga (Blazin', nigga)

Twist your finger (Twist your finger), nigga play, make him famous, nigga (Golden)

Keep your banger, shit get dangerous, it ain't safe, lil' nigga (It's easy)

tell on me now, free Q5, he did this shit for the plot

Bitch, long live JB, he wanna rap, he came straight off of the block

I was just shakin' my dreads, sleepin' with Drac' by the bed,

You probably think you clear, but I got the one with the wood, I think it's a

Stay in your lane like Bryan, bitch, keep shots and I play in my lane like Megan

They ain't even know I put switch on a 10, kept it a secret like Weapon XI

Prayin' my dog ain't nowhere in hell, I thought all dogs made it to heaven

Bitch better go call Kevin Durant, don't you call my phone for a seven

What you bangin'? (Gold) What you claimin'? Get some straightenin', nigga (Straightenin', nigga)

Two gun bangin' (Yo), shit get brazy, bitch, I'm blazin', nigga (Blazin', nigga)

Twist your finger (Twist your finger), nigga play, make him famous, nigga (Golden)

Keep your banger, shit get dangerous, it ain't safe, lil' nigga (It's easy)

What you bangin'? (Gold) What you claimin'? Get some straightenin', nigga (Straightenin', nigga)

Two gun bangin' (Yo), shit get brazy, bitch, I'm blazin', nigga (Blazin', nigga)

Twist your finger (Twist your finger), nigga play, make him famous, nigga (Golden)

Keep your banger, shit get dangerous, it ain't safe, lil' nigga (It's easy)