No Bleedin - Vince Staples

Call us up, 562−453−9382

You’re listening to Big Boy’s Neighborhood

Head on the swivel, no bleedin' me

Head on the swivel, no bleedin' me

Head on the swivel, no bleedin' me

Bleedin' me, bleedin' me (Oh no, cuz)

Head on the swivel, no bleedin' me

Head on the swivel, no bleedin' me

Head on the swivel, no bleedin' me

Bleedin' me, bleedin' me

Dead homies, where they at?

We be slidin' with the wop

Dead homies, he a rat

He be sidin' with the cops

Dead homies, where they at?

Don’t be hidin' when it’s hot

Dead homies gettin' stacked

If you wackin' out the pop

Feds on me, hit the gate

Double back and hit the block

Feds on me, skip a state

I might buy another spot

Bread on me for the case

I ain’t never gettin' caught

And if you win, I’ll take it on the chin

And take it to the box, dead homies

Head on the swivel, no bleedin' me

Head on the swivel, no bleedin' me

Head on the swivel, no bleedin' me

Bleedin' me, bleedin' me (Oh no, cuz)

Head on the swivel, no bleedin' me

Head on the swivel, no bleedin' me

Head on the swivel, no bleedin' me

Bleedin' me, bleedin' me

I want whatever that you want, let’s get it brackin'

Ain’t want that talk and bullshit, I want that action

I need it all up front, that’s what I want

Play and get stomped, I get active

No, I cannot stay in, I go dumb outside

I keep my hand on a cup of ice

No, I’m with the shits, I pull up, I slide

When the drama’s high, I pull homicide

Click, clack, bang, bitch, I stay dangerous

You can’t be friendly when you gangin'

Pushin' hard lines, talkin' brass, bitch

Talkin' reckless all up on the net, bitch

Head on the swivel, no bleedin' me

Head on the swivel, no bleedin' me

Head on the swivel, no bleedin' me

Bleedin' me, bleedin' me (Oh no, cuz)

Head on the swivel, no bleedin' me

Head on the swivel, no bleedin' me

Head on the swivel, no bleedin' me

Bleedin' me, bleedin' me