In "bite yoh neck," bleood moves through a world of violence, loyalty, and restless desire, caught between refusing to save anyone and still asking to be loved after death. The repeated wish to bite a lover's neck becomes a strange, tender mark of possession against all the gunfire and loss. Affection keeps collapsing into survival, as friendship and romance blur with medicine, danger, and the hope that somebody will still miss him when the chaos finally stops.
bite yoh neck Lyrics by bleood
(Wait— wait, what is— What is—)
Nigga, come on
These hoes be goin’, nigga (chxncex, saan ka pupunta)
Be goin’— be goin’
Huh, slatt, huh, blegh, huh, what? (Bee, bee)
Slime just went up, caught him a kill
No, I can’t save you, not Batman
Why your ho askin’ why the two doors stand? (Woo)
No, baby, I can’t be your man
Two RPs, I love medicine
Baby, I don’t wanna see you dead
I think me and you can be friends
Chase me, cha-cha-chase me
Will you still love me when I’m dead?
Activist came through, pop med’
Bae, I wanna bite your neck
Bi-bite your— bite your neck
Go ahead, put on ya dress and hop in this ‘Vette
Ninjago, we finna spin, Badman Zane my best friend
Come out when sun down, left for dead tank
I got love for ya city, they ain’t know your name
I-I got the switchy, step back for range
Blick got bark, Cerberus in your face
I don’t wanna fuck slut, no, I’m not okay
20K in her face, it change her taste
My wrist on Frozone, Elsa my bae
Slime got hoes, brand new inventory
Mama said, “Be good for goodness sake”
Mama, I wanna bust down Drac’ (Woo)
Big dog in this bitch, just call me Jake
She jiggling titties all in my face
Huh, huh, blegh, huh, blegh, huh, what? (Bee, bee)
Slime just went up, caught him a kill
No, I can’t save you, not Batman
Why your ho askin’ why the two doors stand? (Woo)
No, baby, I can’t be your man
Two RPs, I love medicine
Baby, I don’t wanna see you dead
I think me and you can be friends
Chase me, cha-cha-chase me
Will you still love me when I’m dead?
Activist came through, pop med’
Bae, I wanna bite your neck
Bi-bite your— bite your neck
Bi-bite your— bite your neck
Baby, will you miss me?
Just tell me what you need for me
Baby, I can’t breathe
On a island in the tropics, you and me
If I catch one of you niggas, you goin’ to hell
Bi-bite your— bite your neck
Bi-bite your— bite your neck
Bi-bite your— bite your neck
Bi-bite your— bite your neck
Bi-bite your— bite your neck
Bi-bite your— bite your— bite your—
Ho, these Dior Glitters hold the blackout up (Shoot ’em dead, boop-boop-boop)
To the feds, this cap, I ain’t even do nothin’ (Boop-boop-boop)
T-t-tap, switch down and his soul went up (Shoot ’em dead, brrt)
Slime get back, got back, shit been done
ARP FRT got ’em feelin’ the sun (Slime him)
Slime, that’s not your kin, can’t give everyone love (What?)
Bleed (What?), bleed
Four, five niggas in this Johnny, tryna take your lunch (Give me that shit, the fuck?)
Bleed, bleed
Pack-a-Punch, FRT strobe got you stunned (Woo)
Hit up granny, I need a pint for lunch
Ink on my skin, came through from crutch
She asked me if I can quit my slut
Chrome in the Undercover tux’
