收聽Gucci Mane的Blood All On it (feat. Key Glock, Young Dolph)歌詞歌曲

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

Gucci Mane2022年3月31日

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

 

 

Blood All On it (feat. Key Glock, Young Dolph) (Clean) - Gucci Mane/Key Glock/Young Dolph

Lyrics by:Radric Davis/Krishon Gaines/Brandon Bradley/Markeyvius Cathey

Let the band play

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 b***h with me on it

For real though

N***a wanna beat me don't it

 

With the money got blood all on it

Yeah the money got blood all on it

Hey

My young n***as ready to shoot

Down

'Cause they ain't got nothin' to lose

Down

He said it's f**k everybody and f**k everything he got somethin' to prove

Down

In the trenches pullin' moves

Got 'em

A hundred racks in blues

 

In a shoebox hell nah that don't make no motherf**kin' shoes

Racks

Ayy what you do n***a

Took a motor out a 'Vette put it in a Chevelle

Switch it up

Do my dirt all by myself 'cause these n***as gon' tell

I swear

She look like God sent her from Heaven but she fine as hell

Bad

I'm sendin' five stage I just broke my scale

 

Look who just caught a murder and I just post his bails

Yeah

Doing donuts on the 'Rari I'm a major player

Skrrt

Send bags to the hood and to the opps I send some shells

Never talk on a phone and never leave a paper trail

Super bad b***h 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 f**k 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 b***h with me on it

For real though

N***a wanna beat me don't it

With the money got blood all on it

Yeah the money got blood all on it

Hey

My young n***as ready to shoot

Down

'Cause they ain't got nothin' to lose

Down

He said it's f**k everybody and f**k everything he got somethin' to prove

Down

In the trenches pullin' moves

Got 'em

A hundred racks in blues

 

In a shoebox hell nah that don't make no motherf**kin' shoes

Racks

At a top where it get real lonely

Just might put a

 

New Phantom with the forges on it

And the paint got blood all on it

Ah

These n***as ain't eatin' they starvin'

Nah

I can see 'cause they crew gettin' boney

These do nothing but clout chase

These boys just some one-trick ponies

P***ys

Man this rap game so d**n phony

These n***as a bunch of Jabronies

Everything you got they want it

That's why I'm still up on it

Just told my hitter he on it

N***a better break fast like Shawnee's

And I got my bag like Tony

These n***as wanna clone me don't it

Huh

I went from ridin' a V12 switched it up and now my motor electric

I stacked the way more millions than haters expected

You gotta shoot for your respect that's how you send a message

Paow paow

You gotta do what you gotta do to keep family precaution

Cash-out when I want it yeah

These b***hes know how I'm comin' yeah

These n***as know how I'm comin' yeah

The b***hes know how I'm comin'

 

Why they call you Tony

'Cause I pop s**t 'bout my lonely

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

 

I'm goin' inside keep me a two

They like these young n***as loose screw

Yeah

Draco

Two two dos on my McLaren put it on my gears ayy

 

Don't compare me to no rapper 'cause these n***as weird ayy

They done pissed me off it's codeine all up in my urine ayy

When it come to shootin' s**t my jump up be the peers

Cash-out if I want it

B***h for real though

The money got blood all on it

Yeah for real though

The money got blood all on it yeah

The money got blood all on it

For real though

Bad b***h with me on it

For real though

N***a wanna beat me don't it

Huh

With the money got blood all on it

Yeah the money got blood all on it

Hey

My young n***as ready to shoot

Down

'Cause they ain't got nothin' to lose

Down

He said it's f**k everybody and f**k everything he got somethin' to prove

Down

In the trenches pullin' moves

Got 'em

A hundred racks in blues

In a shoebox hell nah that don't make no motherf**kin' shoes

 

Racks