Blood Money
Creepin' on a late night
Keep it on the low
When it's smoke I'ma sco'
Gotta take one nigga
Bout a bag for the opp
Got a lot off top
Bitch I'm walk 'em down tre
Betta not play with 'em
I told her believe in me
Break a bitch for a whip
No lie ima keep getting richer
Give a fuck 'bout ya gang
It's me and my niggas
Put that on gang
Just me and my hittas
Want a house out in Cali
Tell 'em I step on a Patek
Bought a p buss down no cappin
FN in the cabinet
Lil Tre they can't help it he ba lil bitch
Don't he look like his daddy
Ready to walk 'em down
We gon' hit 'em up in traffic
Stalk 'em down walk 'em down
Throw away the ratchet
Oh Lil Tre 'bout that action
Eighth Grade at school with this tool in my Micky D's race car jacket
Live the life of a savage
Why would you think that I'm average
I know you heard I be spazzin'
Betta go ask 'em
Duck tape, cut 'em up
Nigga im a cutthroat assassin
Bet it on me when I roll these dice
Strap on me nah ain't nothing nice
Buss down rollie don't need no ice
New AP don't need no lights oh yeah yeah
I got blood money on my conscience
And I got dirty bodies on this choppa
I spend dirty money on my potnas
I just put this riffle on my bible
I got blood money on my conscience
And I got dirty bodies on this choppa
I spend dirty money on my potnas
I just put this riffle on my bible
When I talk to moms I thank her
It was like God sent me a angel
She be like "Try to avoid the opps
But baby they get in yo way, stank 'em"
I rather see you in jail than dead
So fuck the feds I keep one in the head
Fight who? I'll never be Craig
Don't push me I'm already on the edge
Ain't even gotta expose them niggas
That's just a image nigga know you a kill 'em
I told Big A to be cool
He really wanna run 'em down and stand over them niggas
Ain't worth it
Real talk bruh we live in a circus
I told you the fake was gone drown
Go down when real niggas come to the surface
My BM she get in her feelings
And run to the internet promoting opps
A week later come back apologizing
Man I swear this bitch tryna get popped
Oh I'm traumatized quick plan
Watch that lil shit you be saying
But I still give her money and conversation
Cus if I don't I won't see my lil man, damn
I got blood money on my conscience
And I got dirty bodies on this choppa
I spend dirty money on my potnas
I just put this riffle on my bible
I got blood money on my conscience
And I got dirty bodies on this choppa
I spend dirty money on my potnas
I just put this riffle on my bible
Keep it on the low
When it's smoke I'ma sco'
Gotta take one nigga
Bout a bag for the opp
Got a lot off top
Bitch I'm walk 'em down tre
Betta not play with 'em
I told her believe in me
Break a bitch for a whip
No lie ima keep getting richer
Give a fuck 'bout ya gang
It's me and my niggas
Put that on gang
Just me and my hittas
Want a house out in Cali
Tell 'em I step on a Patek
Bought a p buss down no cappin
FN in the cabinet
Lil Tre they can't help it he ba lil bitch
Don't he look like his daddy
Ready to walk 'em down
We gon' hit 'em up in traffic
Stalk 'em down walk 'em down
Throw away the ratchet
Oh Lil Tre 'bout that action
Eighth Grade at school with this tool in my Micky D's race car jacket
Live the life of a savage
Why would you think that I'm average
I know you heard I be spazzin'
Betta go ask 'em
Duck tape, cut 'em up
Nigga im a cutthroat assassin
Bet it on me when I roll these dice
Strap on me nah ain't nothing nice
Buss down rollie don't need no ice
New AP don't need no lights oh yeah yeah
I got blood money on my conscience
And I got dirty bodies on this choppa
I spend dirty money on my potnas
I just put this riffle on my bible
I got blood money on my conscience
And I got dirty bodies on this choppa
I spend dirty money on my potnas
I just put this riffle on my bible
When I talk to moms I thank her
It was like God sent me a angel
She be like "Try to avoid the opps
But baby they get in yo way, stank 'em"
I rather see you in jail than dead
So fuck the feds I keep one in the head
Fight who? I'll never be Craig
Don't push me I'm already on the edge
Ain't even gotta expose them niggas
That's just a image nigga know you a kill 'em
I told Big A to be cool
He really wanna run 'em down and stand over them niggas
Ain't worth it
Real talk bruh we live in a circus
I told you the fake was gone drown
Go down when real niggas come to the surface
My BM she get in her feelings
And run to the internet promoting opps
A week later come back apologizing
Man I swear this bitch tryna get popped
Oh I'm traumatized quick plan
Watch that lil shit you be saying
But I still give her money and conversation
Cus if I don't I won't see my lil man, damn
I got blood money on my conscience
And I got dirty bodies on this choppa
I spend dirty money on my potnas
I just put this riffle on my bible
I got blood money on my conscience
And I got dirty bodies on this choppa
I spend dirty money on my potnas
I just put this riffle on my bible
Credits
Writer(s): Melvin A Noble, Robert Earl Iii Stovall, Ricky Hampton
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