Get it in blood

Cappin round my niggas get yo jaw broke
Bad bitch open up like a car door
Ion show No love but I got heart tho
And I bet they don't take no shots like bar closed
Hollup my nigga
I took a break for da bag
l come back I'm still on they ass
They couldn't pass
Always ahead of my class
I'm Classified goat if you ask
Jesus
This shit a wrap
I'm really king where I'm at
I really seen what I rap

Tap tap tap giving out Ls like tats
Made what you make in a year off of that
Facts facts facts
This money is maditory like a mask
Facts facts facts
I Got me a queen and she really bad
Facts facts facts
No exaggeration that's facts
I gotta stack these niggas trash
Body dese beats I feel like a strap
Running dis shit it feel like a lap
Dis shit is a breeze it feel like a nap

Wap wap
You pussy period
Whip move like fast and the furious
Dead ass my nigga I'm serious
Bitch I got my own fire I ain't talking bout da bud
I ain't showing niggas love yo bitch a thot she getting fucked
I done gottit out da streets I done gottit from the plug
Bibby made it out da cell fuck you mean we bout to grub
Now less eat my nigga
Came from poverty
We was starving now less feast my nigga
Charles told never quit and keep it g my Nigga
So I'll be thuggin to da grave 6feet my nigga
Never sleep I'm in a
Mode like momba
Drop 60
Call da doctor niggas sick bitch ima problem
Dick big she call it poppa
Load the clip and ima poppem no zit
Straight Zip I'ma trip no foot no leg
Flow hit don't flench
Bruh ima animal I'm fuckin nuts
Twist load me up again I'm bout tofuckem up
Fredericksburg made but I am one of one
Hoppin out da coupe gettin loose
Top gone might loose my roof
Might loose my mind never loose my boo
Might loose yo life you loose yo cool
And I'm really outta of fucks better watch you moves

A real big stepper I need more shoes
Boo

These niggas timid
My niggas winnings
Fuck how you feeling
Dis shit is ignant
Get it in blood das how I'm feeling



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Writer(s): James Ross
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