Blood All On it (feat. Key Glock, Young Dolph)

Let the BandPlay Yeah yeah uh yeah uh yeah uh Okay ayy Cash out if I want it For real though The money got blood all on it For real though The money got blood all on it yeah The money got blood all on it For real though Bad bitch with me on it For real though Nigga wanna be me don't it But the money got blood all on it Yeah the money got blood all on it Hey My young niggas ready to shoot Damn 'Cause they ain't got nothin' to lose Damn He said it's fuck everybody and fuck everything he got somethin' to prove Damn In the trenches pullin' moves Got 'еm A hundred racks in blues Franks In a shoebox hеll nah them ain't no motherfuckin' shoes Racks ayy what you do nigga Took the motor out a 'Vette put it in a Chevelle Switch it up Do my dirt all by myself 'cause these niggas gon' tell I swear She look like God sent her from Heaven but she fine as hell Bad I'm sendin' strong to five states man I just broke my scale Uh Lil' cuz just caught a murder charge and I just post his bail Yeah Doing donuts in a 'Rari I'm a major player Skrrt Send bags to the hood and to the opps I send some shells Yeah Never talk on a phone and never leave a paper trail Super bad bitch with a body like Buffy Woah Went to see my jeweler spent a million like it's nothin' A million I got on too much ice she caught the flu when she fuck me Uh Plain jane Richard Mille I told my jeweler Bust it Cash out if I want it For real though The money got blood all on it For real though The money got blood all on it yeah The money got blood all on it For real though Bad bitch with me on it For real though Nigga wanna be me don't it But the money got blood all on it Yeah the money got blood all on it Hey My young niggas ready to shoot Damn 'Cause they ain't got nothin' to lose Damn He said it's fuck everybody and fuck everything he got somethin' to prove Damn In the trenches pullin' moves Got 'em A hundred racks in blues Franks In a shoebox hell nah them ain't no motherfuckin' shoes Racks At the top where it get real lonely Just might put a dub on homie New Phantom with the Forgis on it Forgis And the paint got blood all on it Ah These niggas ain't eatin' they starvin' Nah I can see 'cause they crew gettin' boney These suckers do nothing but clout chase These boys just some one trick ponies Pussies Man this rap game so damn phony These niggas a bunch of Jabronies Hoes Everything you got they want it That's why I'm still up on it Just told my hitter he on it Nigga better break fast like Shoney's And I got my bag like Tony These niggas wanna clone me don't it Huh I went from ridin' a V12 switched it up and now my motor electric Switched it up I stacked up way more millions than haters expected You gotta shoot for your respect that's how you send a message Bah baow You gotta do what you gotta do to keep family protected It's Gucci Cash out when I want it yeah Huh These bitches know how I'm comin' yeah These niggas know how I'm comin' yeah Yeah The bitches know how I'm comin' Yeah why they call you Tony 'Cause I pop shit by my lonely Fah Pocket full of Crip blue hunnids yeah Money got blood all on it Yeah yeah Yeah I'm the one not the two Two I turn a one to a two Two I'm havin' racks yeah I got the bag yeah I put the bag on you you I put the bag on you too inside my Hellcat ragu I'm goin' nuts I keep me a tool Yeah they like this young nigga a loose screw Loco Yeah took the doors off my McLaren put it on my Urus ayy Phew phew Don't compare me to no rapper 'cause these niggas weird ayy They done pissed me off it's codeine all up in my urine ayy Wock' Wock' When it come to shootin' shit my jumper be the purest Cash out if I want it Bitch for real though The money got blood all on it Yeah for real though The money got blood all on it yeah Yeah The money got blood all on it For real though yeah Bad bitch with me on it For real though Nigga wanna be me don't it Huh ha But the money got blood all on it Yeah the money got blood all on it Yeah yeah hey My young niggas ready to shoot Damn 'Cause they ain't got nothin' to lose Damn He said it's fuck everybody and fuck everything he got somethin' to prove Damn In the trenches pullin' moves Got 'em A hundred racks in blues Franks In a shoebox hell nah them ain't no motherfuckin' shoes Racks