Intro
We goin up wit the sauce drip
Watch yo step Tru den made a spill
Came in wit da hustle skills
Jewelry on frost you can catch a chill
If i cross you out you was never trill
Bloodline pop da top off da seal
Yea ima genius wit these words I got gas not no birds
We run up dem racks now look at day face they lookin shitty like a turd
Haters gne hate the love gne love i'm filling my jars wit bud
We joined da stack it up club
Didn't need no clout or hug
And we all know dats fake love
But back to the matter at hand Naw patna you can't hit on this strain
Just heating up like a pan
I was dreaming of NBA
Now i just want da jam
Bloodline go get da money
We da cash biggest fan
Tru and king so drippy drippy
Dropping sauce on ya plans
I ball an I ain't talking eye socket
Stay dripping plug in like a socket
Getting cash hell yea it's all profits
Try take sumthing get shot wit a rocket
Brick on my neck wit no deal
Stay litt don't wanna chill
Turn up without a pill
Hated by many we though was real
Death Star all in our lungs
Prometheus all on our tongue
Fym we been won
Bloodline bitch we the choose
All we know is get the cheese
Y'all dadin holla ranch pls
We dadin stacking blu cheese
Not the same nicca different league
Nicca talkin down like they pined to the ceiling
Acting like a bitch all in they feelings
Fuc up part ima even said shyt
Jus walk by ice up an dripping
We came in like a lions y'all wanna be goats
Cross our path We biting your throat
100 Round drum wit a 4K scope
Gotta see yo expressions when I pop you ho
Fyyww
Watch yo step Tru den made a spill
Came in wit da hustle skills
Jewelry on frost you can catch a chill
If i cross you out you was never trill
Bloodline pop da top off da seal
Yea ima genius wit these words I got gas not no birds
We run up dem racks now look at day face they lookin shitty like a turd
Haters gne hate the love gne love i'm filling my jars wit bud
We joined da stack it up club
Didn't need no clout or hug
And we all know dats fake love
But back to the matter at hand Naw patna you can't hit on this strain
Just heating up like a pan
I was dreaming of NBA
Now i just want da jam
Bloodline go get da money
We da cash biggest fan
Tru and king so drippy drippy
Dropping sauce on ya plans
I ball an I ain't talking eye socket
Stay dripping plug in like a socket
Getting cash hell yea it's all profits
Try take sumthing get shot wit a rocket
Brick on my neck wit no deal
Stay litt don't wanna chill
Turn up without a pill
Hated by many we though was real
Death Star all in our lungs
Prometheus all on our tongue
Fym we been won
Bloodline bitch we the choose
All we know is get the cheese
Y'all dadin holla ranch pls
We dadin stacking blu cheese
Not the same nicca different league
Nicca talkin down like they pined to the ceiling
Acting like a bitch all in they feelings
Fuc up part ima even said shyt
Jus walk by ice up an dripping
We came in like a lions y'all wanna be goats
Cross our path We biting your throat
100 Round drum wit a 4K scope
Gotta see yo expressions when I pop you ho
Fyyww
Credits
Writer(s): Juan Dixson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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