Blood Money

I can't walk up in that club, yeah
Unless I got my gun on me

Did a 360, now i got a nigga blood on me
Hangin round them wolves, hoping they don't ever turn on me
Got that clean money, dirty money and I got blood money
Got them racks put up off that drug money

Trappin' like a narco, nah, ain't no loving me
I can never let a nigga play with me
I can't even see why a nigga would ever try that
Pull up in that big body truck
And knock your top back

IPad, iPad, haha, that's a face shot
FaceTime gang, yeah, lil' nigga, we gon' face some
Flexin' with them dracs, I send my young nigga to take some
Dissin' on lil K, you get hit up with them K's

Big double G, my grime itchin to let it spray
Yeah, my grimlin so grimey, I can't stop nun
He want take off your whole face
Dissin' on the gram, I give him the OK

I don't go back and forth, yeah, you know I stand on double G bidness
Pop up if you run yeah, you get backshot, backshot, backshot
Hit the ground so hard, now your ass out
Acting like you like that boy, I know you work police

You get blind by that fire, jumping out that glizzy, aiming at your teeth
Hit him up in the chest, now he got the hiccups, he can't breathe
Another case closed, boy, I do this shit with ease
I don't want no pussy tell la shawty, just get on your knees

Come and please me, treat me like a king, take it nice and slow and easy
I can't walk up in the club, yeah, unless I got my gun on
Did a 360 now i got a nigga blood on me
Hangin round them wolves, hoping they wont never turn on me

Got that clean money, dirty money, and I got blood money



Credits
Writer(s): Hector Duenez
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