BLOOD Lyrics

Thinking you run up on Roddy?

Boy on my life it get wicked

All that pumping you don't got a smithin'

Hollow tips got him runnin' and limping

Roddy all on her mouth like some Lipton

And these, look

And these niggas not stupid you trippin'

They don't want me and bro to start clicking

When we clicking them boys get the dippin'

Fuck it

Love my strap I don't do all the cuffing

Like G Herbo my niggas gone up it

Say we don't got the strap then we snuff em

Run like Forrest the 40 gone gump em

40 dump then his body we dump em

Betta duck or the hollows hit muffins

And we do got the hands but we packin' it

Chat on the net but we see em in person and niggas don't know where the static went

Riding through Jersey we spinning we lurking and trust me yah shawty is jackin' it

Cup full of dirty I'm sippin' and swerving but trust if I see em I'm clapping it

Shots through the jacket immaculate

Go

Go

Go

Go

Go

Go (FLTT)

Go (FLTT)

Go (FLLT)

And that new jacket is satin

30 we packin I'm swerving through traffic

And trust me the money is stackin

Quarterback Dak-in

My heat like a dragon

The bullets would go through yah fashion

Catch him in action, lackin'

Woke up in bed now he sleep in a casket

I'm just saying man, this shit a G-O

Choppa gon sing like it's Ne-Yo

Niggas keep askin like what I'ma D-O

Set this bitch off like I'm Cleo

Niggas they see me start breaking they English

I thought he was talkin in Crio

I'm a hot headed nigga my neck and my wrist and my pinky

My shit is on frio

Glock wit a switch and the shit the bussing he thought that I came wit a trio

And that nigga gon say he a rapper and trapper to feds he singing em c-notes

And my shawty I swear that she childish

But she was never Gambino

And these niggas be thinkin they best in my city

Man what type of shit do yah be on?

And I'm up on the fashion y'all niggas is backwards I don't only got what you see on

And for all of my whips I been blacking them out but the rari might go get it neon

And lil bronem gon keep him a grip

And that shit came wit a tatic

And I bet he won't talk with his chest

Cuz the hollows gon make him do backflips

And I promise I won't say the rest

Cuz I know that these dumb niggas lackin'

And I promise I won't say the rest

Cuz I know that these dumb niggas lackin'