Blood Sell Coke

Lyrics

[Intro] Blood, Blood Money the boss (Brra) Yeah, shots fired Ain't no movie fuck niggas in mafia (61st Indiana) GBE, savages, 300 (Amsterdam, 61st Indiana) Huh, huh (Let's get it, squad) I don't know how to loose nigga (Yeah) Squad, squad [Chorus] Some niggas sell weed, some niggas sell dope Blood sell coke, just to let you know You can catch me out and arrest me on 61st behind the store Just behind the store, just behind the store Run up on me if you want it nigga, I'm gon' let it blow I'm gon' let it blow, I'm gon' let it blow Fuck a trap, I ran out, I just call and get some more Call and get some more, call and get somе more [Verse 1] I wouldn't give a motherfuck you, if you was Flukеy Stokes nephew Play me on my paper, I'ma blast you Lay a nigga flat, like a tattoo Snatch him out his vehicle, jack move Try me, I'ma wack you Front$treet, Blood Money, certified trapper 9 cars, one summer, I am not a rapper I can shake it up and package it and make it happen Gettin' away from cops, high speeding off in traffic Laughin' at you haters, any beef and I'm attackin' Shootin' and drivin', no crashin', mashin' Cop money lookin' like taxes Bags like aspirin, wider than a napkin Hypes, I'm harassin', blocks I'm attackin' Try me if you wanna, short me and I'm spazzin' Bitch I run the Chi, from Chiraq, to Asia Bitch I run the Chi, from Chiraq, back to Asia [Chorus] Some niggas sell weed, some niggas sell dope Blood sell coke, just to let you know You can catch me out and arrest me on 61st behind the store Just behind the store, just behind the store Run up on me if you want it nigga, I'm gon' let it blow I'm gon' let it blow, I'm gon' let it blow Fuck a trap, I ran out, I just call and get some more Call and get some more, call and get some more [Verse 2] I put this on my momma, I got niggas killin' on command like Obama Broad day, chrome K, everybody gunned up January third but it's feelin' like the summer Pullin' up in black trucks, all my niggas strapped up DayDay got them MACs up, waitin' on you to act up FMG relax ya, nigga I will vax you If you holdin' and you know it, bitch we gotta tax ya You ain't gotta pay though, Tadoe on my payroll Pull up in that Audi, jump out wildin' "Brra", take those Bond money you A-hole, Sosa got that bankroll Wack rappers you can't blow, rich nigga like Alpo Bitch with me went out though, bricks all on my house floor Niggas know what I'm bout tho, trap talk, my spouse know Pair of shoes that's ounce tho, I don't even gotta count though Call me with that count hoe, bitch nigga you Sisqó, blowin' gas like citgo [Chorus] Some niggas sell weed, some niggas sell dope Blood sell coke, just to let you know You can catch me out and arrest me on 61st behind the store Just behind the store, just behind the store Run up on me if you want it nigga, I'm gon' let it blow I'm gon' let it blow, I'm gon' let it blow Fuck a trap, I ran out, I just call and get some more Call and get some more, call and get some more