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Rocco did it again
Oh this bitch recordin’?
That’s crazy, hah, yeah, slatt, you know, uh
Whole lot of gang shit
Baow, graow, baow, graow, blatt
Uh, slatt, slatt, hold up, uh, uh, slatt, uh
Blood walk, baby, this the Blood walk, huh
I don’t use my hands, I let the blood talk, huh
.223’s and MACs’ll make you blood walk
I can make any nigga hit the Crip walk
Crip walk, I’ma let my hip talk
Pulled a forty with a dicky, gotta kill up ya’ll
Click, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
And the clip is see through
What all do you want from me?
AR’s and them .223’s
Fuckin’ ’round with me, you see
I’m hot, I’m five hundred degrees
Heard he caught a body
But that does not mean shit to me
Got two on me, got two on me
Blood Gang, yeah, suwoop on me
Detrimental
Me and Glokk all on your instrumental
I kill a nigga and it really wasn’t coincidental
Stop all that flaggin’ shit, you just be on that actin’ shit
No, I ain’t with no cappin’ shit and I ain’t on no rappin’ shit
No lackin’, bitch, you know it ain’t no lackin’, bitch
I check any Blood nigga, like, “aye, man, what’s brackin’, bitch?”
I’m two floors up on you niggas
I’m two floors up on you niggas, yeah
What all do you want from me?
AR’s and them .223’s
Fuckin’ ’round with me, you see
I’m hot, I’m 500 degrees
Heard he caught a body
But that does not mean shit to me
Got two on me, got two on me (I got two, I got two of ’em)
Blood Gang, yeah, suwoop on me (black glock, aye aye)
I’m like blatt (uh huh), we don’t never play, he get whacked, like
Tryna find his face, ain’t no trace, ain’t comin’ back (baow, baow)
G-Nine, Mister Two-Glocks, just bought a MAC (oh yeah)
A MAC for your face lift, rearrange your cap (come here)
One foot in the industry and one foot in the trap (yeah)
Invite that dope to my bloodline, I treat him like my strap (aye)
‘Cause ’bout me he’ll take a nigga’s feet off the map (baow, baow, yeah)
Big B’s ’til I’m sleep, push a P, he get clapped (blatt)
Two guns, that’s the twin Glocks, I roger that part (uh huh)
Colder than a bitch ’cause the bitch froze at that (yeah)
Like apostrophe (yeah), Google forgot a comma in the back (bitch)
Say I’m worth 250K (yeah), we can bet a trey on that, nigga
What all do you want from me?
AR’s and them .223’s
Fuckin’ ’round with me, you see
I’m hot, I’m 500 degrees
Heard he caught a body
But that does not mean shit to me
Got two on me, got two on me (aye, aye, yeah, yeah, he got two)
Blood Gang, yeah, SuWoop on me (mhm)
Big blatt like suwoop, mm, yeah
What you want? What he want? Mm, aye, aye
Big sticks for a punk, yeah, mm
What he, uh, what he see? Yeah, uh, aye, aye
Big blatts ’cause I bleed, yeah, mhm
What he on, what he breathe? Yeah, aye, aye
I’m pushin’ P’s, pushin’ P’s, yeah, yeah
What it is and what it ain’t, mm, aye, aye
Like a skunk, we leave him stank
Composer: Jamell Maurice Demons / Jacquavious Smith