Tears & Blood
FP, the beat killer
Told them never to pay attention to these females
Hmmmm, I'm so sick of these hoes, I'm so sick of these hoes
Nigga I'ma called for fame
More than a long ago
Bitch I'ma call no name
Waiting money to knock on my door
Bitch I owned there
Bloody young bear
Eyes on ice I chose my size got sum blocks here
Uh, few falling
No matter what I'm going harder for incoming
Let me loud it to you you have, foreign grinding
My hustle in me burning,tears and blood
Bloody litre
Fucking poppin' bottles in the club with some diva
From the club to my room I got her body shiver
Man I spend, while I take
Could give no fuck about 'em say
I'm stuck with my hustle remember back in the days
Where no hope I'm hunting bottles
Selling it to the get sum money elevation slow like turtle
Man I'm doing the movie
Some niggas doing the copy
Although they tryna be me
Rolling dice, I'm wearing ice, yeah
Too much 100s in the bank
Nigga break the rules and become rich
Nigga get a shorty leave wank
Bitch Steady working reap block
What the bitches fucking want
Big bag, huge cock
True love is dead punk
Gotta roll the dice
Forget them mask 'cause 12zs watching
It's hard to find
You gotta make the fucking move, man you after shine
12 dot we shooting banks i make the bags mine
Till I make the bags mine
Nigga I'ma called for fame
More than a long ago
Bitch I'ma call no name
Waiting money to knock on my door
Bitch I owned there
Bloody young bear
Eyes on ice I chose my size got sum blocks here
Uh, few falling
No matter what I'm going harder for incoming
Let me loud it to you you have, foreign grinding
My hustle in me burning, tears and blood
Hommie, when you saw my incoming call bro you felt so happy
'Cause you heard my good news, now you hating papi
When I'm hustling you clubbing
Now I'm clubbing you suffering
Count this your fuck up
Be my friend or you lock up
Step by step I play my game no more talk, bro, you cappin'
When I pull up from my shit I bet y'all be clappin'
Still big I'm flexing
Mama name my next kin
Gotta roll the dice
Forget them mask 'cause 12zs watching
It's hard to find
You gotta make the fucking move
Man you after shine
12 dot we shooting banks stacking papers
I make the bags mine
Till I make the bags mine
I'm SG with it man, am SG with it, nigga said I'm SG with it
I'm SG with it, SG with it, SG with it, ha ha ha
Told them never to pay attention to these females
Hmmmm, I'm so sick of these hoes, I'm so sick of these hoes
Nigga I'ma called for fame
More than a long ago
Bitch I'ma call no name
Waiting money to knock on my door
Bitch I owned there
Bloody young bear
Eyes on ice I chose my size got sum blocks here
Uh, few falling
No matter what I'm going harder for incoming
Let me loud it to you you have, foreign grinding
My hustle in me burning,tears and blood
Bloody litre
Fucking poppin' bottles in the club with some diva
From the club to my room I got her body shiver
Man I spend, while I take
Could give no fuck about 'em say
I'm stuck with my hustle remember back in the days
Where no hope I'm hunting bottles
Selling it to the get sum money elevation slow like turtle
Man I'm doing the movie
Some niggas doing the copy
Although they tryna be me
Rolling dice, I'm wearing ice, yeah
Too much 100s in the bank
Nigga break the rules and become rich
Nigga get a shorty leave wank
Bitch Steady working reap block
What the bitches fucking want
Big bag, huge cock
True love is dead punk
Gotta roll the dice
Forget them mask 'cause 12zs watching
It's hard to find
You gotta make the fucking move, man you after shine
12 dot we shooting banks i make the bags mine
Till I make the bags mine
Nigga I'ma called for fame
More than a long ago
Bitch I'ma call no name
Waiting money to knock on my door
Bitch I owned there
Bloody young bear
Eyes on ice I chose my size got sum blocks here
Uh, few falling
No matter what I'm going harder for incoming
Let me loud it to you you have, foreign grinding
My hustle in me burning, tears and blood
Hommie, when you saw my incoming call bro you felt so happy
'Cause you heard my good news, now you hating papi
When I'm hustling you clubbing
Now I'm clubbing you suffering
Count this your fuck up
Be my friend or you lock up
Step by step I play my game no more talk, bro, you cappin'
When I pull up from my shit I bet y'all be clappin'
Still big I'm flexing
Mama name my next kin
Gotta roll the dice
Forget them mask 'cause 12zs watching
It's hard to find
You gotta make the fucking move
Man you after shine
12 dot we shooting banks stacking papers
I make the bags mine
Till I make the bags mine
I'm SG with it man, am SG with it, nigga said I'm SG with it
I'm SG with it, SG with it, SG with it, ha ha ha
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Writer(s): Ebere Godstime Chibueze
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