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Oh, this ***** recording?
That′s crazy, ha, yeah, slatt
You know, ugh, whole lot of gang ****
Bow, graow, bow, groaw, blatt
Uh, slatt, slatt, hol’ up, uh, uh, slatt, uh
Blood, uh, baby, this the blood, uh, huh
I don′t use my hands, I let the blood talk, huh
223’s and Maxi make you blood walk
I can make any ***** hit the Crip Walk
Crip Walk, I’ma let my hip talk
Put a 40 with the dicky, gotta kill up y′all
Click, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
And the clip is see-ee-ee through
What all do you want from me?
AR′s and them 223’s
******′ ’round with me, you see
I′m hot, I’m 500 degrees
Heard he caught a body
Well, that does not mean **** to me
Got two on me, got two on me
Blood Gang, yeah, suwoop on me
Detrimental, me and Glokk on your instrumental
I kill a ***** and it really wa′n’t coincidental
Stop all that flaggin’ ****, you just be on that actin′ ****
No I ain′t with no cappin’ **** and I ain′t on no rappin’ ****
No lackin′, *****, you know it ain’t no lackin′, *****
I check in a blood ***** like, “Aye mane, what’s brackin’, *****?”
I′m two floors up on you ******
I′m two floors up on you ******, yeah
What all do you want from me?
AR’s and them 223′s
******’ ′round with me, you see
I’m hot, I′m 500 degrees
Heard he caught a body
Well, that does not mean **** to me
Got two on me, got two on me
Blood Gang, yeah, suwoop on me
I’m like blatt (uh-huh) uh never play, he get whacked, like
Tryna find his face, ain’t no trace, ain′t comin′ back
G-Nine, Mister Two- Glocks, just bought a MAC (oh yeah)
A MAC for your face-lift, rearrange your cap (come here)
One foot in the industry and one foot in the trap
Provide that dope to my bloodline, I treat him like my strap
‘Cause ′bout me he’ll take a *****′s feet off the map
Big B’s who don′t sleep, push a P, he get clapped
Two guns, that’s the twin Glocks, I roger that part
Colder than a *****, ’cause the ***** froze at that
Like apostrophe, Google forgot a comma in the back
Say I′m worth 250K, we can bet a trey on that, *****
What all do you want from me?
AR′s and them 223’s
******′ ’round with me, you see
I′m hot, I’m 500 degrees
Heard he caught a body
Well, that does not mean **** to me
Got two on me, got two on me
Blood Gang, yeah, suwoop on me
Big blatts like suwoop, yeah
What you want? What do you want?
Aye, aye, big sticks for a punk, yeah
What he, what he see y′all?
Yeah, uh, aye, aye, big blatts ’cause I bleed, yah
What he on, what he breathe, yah
Aye, aye, I’m pushin′ P′s, he pushin’ P′s, yeah
Yeah, what it is and what it ain’t
Aye, aye, like a skunk we leave him stank
