#MovingDay ft. ripeternal (Prod. Torn & Remghost)

Slip'nFall (Prod. Remghost & Irby)

Smashingpumpkins (Prod. bloody shield)

PlayHouse (Prod. Shinjin)

It's not personal... it's strictly business.

w @remghost and @boysinblush

Hook:
Yo, let’s go. 
You can see in my eyes when I’m in that type of mode, it shows.
And it’s brick right now, it’s cold on Paisley Road.
Oh god, oh no.
And I’m rolling with my dog to this show, I’m slow.
Cracked window boy I’m smoking on this dope.

Verse:
My brain feel like that shits about to blow. 
Yeah.
Understand that to that shit I can’t say no.
Uh.
I’m so sick of drinking, shit, I might need more.
I would’ve blown off my own top if I had a pole.
You know know I thank god everyday bitch that I don’t.
Nah, I would take some of you with me, too many boys got to go.
Some days I wake up thinking like “Aha, I’m the goat”.
I get boosted up then suited up, no time bitch gotta go.
In the wrong moment get rage in me. 
Try play with me get choked.
And there’s something going on wrong inside, I don’t love that smoke.
But that something wrong’s still going on so fuck around and float. 
I done warned you enough, told you already; coming for that throat.
It’s something only I know.

ohgod (Prod. Remghost & Boysinblush)

allofasudden (Prod. bloody shield)

S/o The boyz 🏴‍☠️ 4L

Lyrics:

I drop Diazepam and then it’s lights out.
I’m like 4 deep and I ain’t tapped out.
On bro nem caught the rock, you get smack down.
This bitch suspicious, she take gifts but she ain’t do no fucking dishes.
I’m sorry gang I’m out my face I’m talking shit.
Bitch I’m really lit, bitch I’m really him.
Why he hit my DM talking like my bitch?
I won’t phone him on that shit.
I’m spitting blood out in the sink, that’s on bro.
Tweak out with Oscar in this whip, we on some shit.
That’s my brother nem.
Off this flat so I told bro that I got love for him.
I trust him more than some of them.
In this RV this a party you ain’t troubling.
She think she a barbie, she look tarty, she been knew we having shit.
I won’t stop til my wallet won’t fold and it’s made by Margiela.
Ain’t smoking on dope, this pack right here it came from Ella.
Get chicken with my fellas.
I need a vamp bitch like Bella.
I need a bad bitch in my bed, uh.
My man a snitch, like why tell em?
And I geek like this hella.
Off a bean, I’m fucking fed up.
Fucking liar, I read him.
If he talking that shit then dead him.
I’m too geeked up need a medic, I done popped more than like 7.
I’m the dude bitch like Devin.
For the racks ima just wet em.
On the deck outside chatting with my boy Moussa.
And the white Buck got stank so I might boot up.
Too blue, so I might chew em.
I’m at the shopfront, type ruined.
I’m on drugs bitch line Ewan.
They know I’m a sick boy how I do it.
Gang in the whip, bitch move it.
This xanny bar could be from Zanzibar, I’ll fucking do it.
Get the pack, came quick and flipped that shit like bitch I do it.
This shit beyond IG flicks and music, boy I do it.
Bloody Shield’s a fucking movement.
Smoking this dope, I’m high as Everest.
You a broke boy you call it Vetements.
On this oxy letting the devil in.
I want the money, the residence.
Bloody Shield I be setting the precedent.
I’m on top you a lame and irrelevant.
Like hard rock said bitch I sip with a president.
So you not a Badman you not pressing it.
Like show me a band man you ain’t getting this.
I can show you bout sorrow and pestilence.
You can see this shit I’m stepping in.
I’m sipping on red, you sipping on benilyn.

Last Tweak (Prod. bloody shield)

Last Tweak

Myflockofbirds

Heroin (Interlude)

Seven Seas

Infrared this one 2 ur Troops, perfect Ringtone

Pickupthephone (Prod. bloody shield)

Yesterday (Prod. remghost & bloody shield)

It’s the BS the Magician…I been sick since I was a midget

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
The shit get my head spinning, helo, helo.
Helo, helo.
The shit get my head burning, heatstroke, heatstroke.
Helo.
I’m sat in the pub, this cunt recognise me.
I know he know.
I got hunch next year ima make mad money and pop like when the heat blow.
I’d rather be civil, I’m caught in the middle.
Sniff, hit my nose bitch it fizzle.
Said fuck to a rebel, I’m made of metal.
Spliff got 2 flavours like a revel.
You a rent no real, something like a revel.
I’m in the Halfway on my damn pedals.
My bud it ain’t bunk and it hit special.
I’m a big skinhead bumping the specials.
I stay with god, I seen too much of my devil.
He try carry the sword then put it in me but I ain’t tryna feel this bevel.
I’m up late fuck a damn schedule.
Bitch I been around bad men like Stace Dooley.
Give me 6 months, I be charged fully.
I’m puffing that shit it’s a bit sticky.
If I smell like weed that mean I’m moody.
Stand on the club deck, watch for an upset.
You can not catch me dog.
They may try figure me out, they can’t figure me out.
I’m a vault can’t crack me don.
They say if you throw enough shit at a wall it’ll stick but it’s not shit that I’m throwing is it?
On a mission, I’m a soldier of god.
P Rod how I skate on these bitches.
And it’s funny when I’m in a room and I talk people often stop;
And they want to listen.
It’s the BS, the magician.
I been sick since I was a midget.
Smoke shit, and my eyelids, I put pins in them.
Seen the doc I said I’m sick with it.
Trust.
Trust man this just the tip of it.
I’m the big brother and the middle one and the little one.
I’m tryna make 500 minimum.
You know the bread tastes sweet like a Cinnabon.
He wasn’t with us in the mud.
And he won’t be with us in a month.
So when he come round just tell him.
Fuck him.
They can stay under blood.
Wonder why I’m so fucked?
All I see’s darkness.
This is the life in Scotland.
Homeland for the homeless, and the gallus.
Those addicted; thrown off balance.
That scene in my eyes though.
Light up a pyro, WATP.
We are we all.
Since I was a wee boy I thought I need to be gone.
I look around of me, I see these bitches.
Way to stuck up in the system.
And they the ones saying fuck the system.
Look in the mirror kid, missed a big one.
Spinning my head like a helo.
Spinning my head like a reload.

P Rod (Prod. Viizzi)

I made it to 21 haha fuck the lot of Yeez

7th Heaven (Prod. remghost & bloody shield)

Track 2 from Glory Glory - Self Titled EP

Why? Fucking a lie!
That’s our life.
Dressed white.
God why?
Fucking a lie!
I’m broken.
Dressed white.
Stop, why? 
Caught! Fucking a lie!
Dressed white, why?
Fucking a lie.
Dressed white.

Glory Glory - That’s our Life

Track 1 from Glory Glory - Self Titled EP 

Dad.
My only one.
You never leave.
My spirit.
You cannot leave.

My father, for you I would fall.
For you I will kill.
For you, the world, my life and more.

Scream, god.
Left on my own.
Not on my own, now.
I want to go, home.

I miss you.
I always miss you.
I struggle to do this without you.
Still here but not by my side is not good enough.
Every day my guardian angel.
I'll look after myself, I'll look after myself.
Don't worry.
I love you.

Since old days.
You're by my side.
We'll take on the world, now.

Go, go , go, go.

Nothing is real, besides you.
I can't muster the words, to tell you.
I can't muster the words, I love you.
Me and you could kill them all.
Me and you hold down our fort, hold down.
Without you I am but a corpse.
You live for me, I live for you, for so long.

Until we die.

Glory Glory - Glory Glory

Glory Music (Prod. GRXGVR)

That boy fumble the ball like Kelle Roos!
Send shit from the swamp like Roofe!

Kemar Roofe (Prod. bloody shield)

itsucks (Prod. bloody shield)

Go Head (Prod. bloody shield)

David Lynch (Prod. bloody shield)

Big BS the 1 and Only 💤 S/o Harto

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
Ima stack monarchs, you hear my barks?
The mean ima get guap.
These pussy they mad, they talk slop.
Send a dog three shots that mean it go; 
Bop Bop Bop.
Gelato in my blunt burn like gas,
He stand in the back with the seed that go pop.
If you think you a bad boy get popped.
Man I fuck up the head when blood drop.
Stick heed in believing the blood drop.
Why these man so pussy and pocket watch?
Like, tryna step in Carti and pocket a watch.
SI rock it a lot.
FP rock it a lot.
UK boy I come for your spot.
In the US I know BS knocking a lot.
When I fish I get bites, bites, bites.
Got my bitch just my type.
Not right like, clutching a stick when shit get tight.
Snipe.
All of my blunts they bite.
Like all of these man talk shite.
Like who the fuck gave these man one mic?
In LD off LD get guap.
I cannot stop.
Unless I’m told by my pops.
And my pops want me out the box.
I’m outside swinging my socks.
Fill them with rocks.
Flush raw, bumping that Sox.
Bumping the rawest.
Run from the cops.

Bridge:
I can’t work jobs, I hate my boss.
I am my boss, that’s how I rock.
Sip that hen on rocks.
Split that pen it’s raw.
Raw is it not?
Raw is it not?
Uh, kill em off.

Verse 2:
Each day I wake up miserable.
Each night I think about ending days.
What would I leave back here anyway?
I think about every way.
Like what if I hang or my shit bang?
I go out anyway, any day.
Sad to say.
Wake up every day and this shit still the same.
Lead fly like paper planes into my brain.
I’ll take on any state, take on any fate.
Know what god want from me bitch I’m not any face!
I kick ball like Boniface; I got a bony face.
Fix shit my woadie breaks.
I’m on go I got no breaks.
If you on my dick we can’t link up;
That shut fuck up my month.
I smoke dope I get dumb.
I pop sweets and I get numb.
You talk about pussy you get none.
Must think this blood shit is for fun?
You talk about pussy you are one.
I’m winning Europa; Lookman.
To all of my bros, I look up; to.
Can’t fuck with a dude like you.
Can’t fuck with a tube like you.
You man on the sus side too.
I’m on the southside too.
Together we stick like glue.

Paper Planes (Prod. bloody shield)

wegetfly (Prod. bloody shield)

video https://youtu.be/Xa6xZsLI5co?si=fBoMqUCt0-Z_4Jwa

Eat (Prod. bloody shield)

A.W.O.L (Prod. bloody shield)

prod. larry minor

Hook:
Guess I’m on my own, I don’t wanna go.
Bungee round my neck and the chord is froze.
Motorola phone, blow a quarter O. 
Kiss me on my soul, give my heart a hole. 

Verse 1:
20,000 bones, won’t leave me alone. 
You left me on my own I been bleeding slow. 
Sulphur on my tongue, not seen you in months. 
You been saying stuff, are you due my trust?
I’m drifting faster than a track star.
Spotlights and barbed wire in my backyard.
But there’s no escape, never feeling safe. 
Bleeding grey, tears rolling down my face.

Hook:
Guess I’m on my own, I don’t wanna go.
Bungee round my neck and the chord is froze.
Motorola phone, blow a quarter O. 
Kiss me on my soul, give my heart a hole.

On My Own Freestyle  (Prod. Larry Minor)

lyrics
bridge:
i think about you darling, and when i do it scars me.
and we can hit my plug, baby he won’t even charge me.

hook:
scared my heart may break with my hands around your waist.
i’m talking with my face, cause i don’t know what to say.
show me how you taste, plant a kiss upon my face.
i can show you everything you’ve dreamed about today.

s/o lil bro @callme004 on the beat, follow his IG @0tomekk
s/o @unfriendlyuser on the art, follow his IG @extratentacle

Lollipop (Prod. Tomekk)

prod. @prodharrison of #surfgang
art by @jxxyy of #1team
ft. @ripeternal 
big up all these boys Tht made it happen^
https://genius.com/Bloody-shield-devilmaycry-lyrics

devilmaycry ft. ripeternal (Prod. Harrison)

walk ina party with my dogs! step in that bitch numbernine on!
shoutout @skress and @iankon <3

video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wq_mVx7rx1M

lyrics: https://genius.com/Bloody-shield-backonmybullshit-lyrics

backonmybullshit (Prod. Skress & Iankon) *video in description*

#prod by bloody shield
#s/o the homie Colm McCallister @ccolmm for helping me Write this <3

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