Blood On My Shoes Lyrics

Was thuggin' for real, got blood on my shoes

Shit I'm jus telling the truth

More time on the block then I did in the stu

I was breaking 'em off for the loot

I'm trynna go straight, come up with a crew

Yeah, my niggas they staying on mute

Put a rack on his top get 'em flew

We certified trappers, come cop you a deuce

I'm sipping on pine, I mix it with juice

All black wit a skully I'm hanging wit blue

We factors, go head and bring out your crew

Got choppers on deck, I'm slanging my tool

Not wit that cappin' I'm bangin' with trues

My circ full of players , them bitches we pull

Got you a glock? I'm knowing me too

You flashing on Twitter but Yami gone shoot

Smoking & floating I'm rolling on Screw

Lil freak on my side , She loving to chew

Straight from the south, my noggin be loose

Lil Yami too live & she calling me Luke

Talkin on beef , imma aim at his tooth

We sniping no switches they hanging on roofs

Swerve through the city like I'm a coupe

We come out at night , with choppers & nukes

Block 'em he snooze, call up my youngin's & blitz

They get 'em , get knocked out his shoes

Ain't running my lip

Niggas that be wit the shit

Ain't really got nothing to prove

Member that night shawty thought I was a lick

Told her I'd see 'em , I'll be at the school

Ain't had a gun I was packing a knife

I got me a stripe, started busting at fools

Niggas ah switch, that's why I keep me a blick

Twelve what I got in this clip

I'm strapped by the hip

Knowing I'm serious like TIP

I'm pointing my fingers they get

Been round the way wit some niggas who popping like grits

Fry 'em , get burnt to a crisp

She fuck wit a nigga, I'm realer, ain't checking for drip

The game that I'm spitting, it stick

Was thuggin' for real, got blood on my shoes

Shit I'm jus telling the truth

More time on the block then I did in the stu

I was breaking 'em off for the loot

I'm trynna go straight, come up with a crew

Yeah, my niggas they staying on mute

Put a rack on his top get 'em flew

We certified trappers, come cop you a deuce

I'm sipping on pine, I mix it with juice

All black wit a skully I'm hanging wit blue

We factors, go head and bring out your crew

Got choppers on deck, I'm slanging my tool

Not wit that cappin' I'm bangin' with trues

My circ full of players , them bitches we pull

Got you a glock? I'm knowing me too

You flashing on Twitter but Yami gone shoot