Bloody Hearse

Lyrics

[Intro: Elcamino] Yo, yo, uh, yo, uh, uh, yo, yo, uh, yo [Verse 1: Elcamino] I still get love, even though I'm a asshole I had to cut son off, he was fuckin' up the cash flow The bitches love how I'm low-key but still wear my bag though Even though my shit's square business, we still took the backroads Still puttin' niggas on the payroll, I ain't talkin' 'bout Diego I'll get yo' block knocked off, just like a LEGO Bitch from Barbados, we at the Blue Flame, I'm throwin' plato A dub in my G-Stars, but I ain't a stain, no Sick o' niggas comin' short, you get what you paid for Way before I made a song, I was about a bankroll I guess God blessed me with a gift, and I'm thankful I spent too many nights wastin' my time gettin' faded Gun right on my waistline, I'm armed and I'm dangerous You want it, just take it, way bеfore Chief, Keefie was Bang Bangin' At your crib yo' bitch gеttin' painted I'm thuggin' on probation In the cut, just tryna stay out the matrix [Verse 2: King Trav] Trav Hold up Yeah Yeah Dreams on dreams, I swear (I swear) I seen a lot (I seen a lot) Schemes on schemes, baby, you gotta peep the plot (Just peep the plot) And if you don't, they gon' get you for what you got (For what you got) Look, most ain't heard that this money come with a lot (Come with a lot, nigga) Look, yeah [Bridge: King Trav] You the man, you the man, right? (Yo, you the man, right?) Right, oh, you the man, you the man, right? (Oh, you the man, huh?) Huh, oh, you the man, you the man, right? (Trav) Oh, you the man, you the man, huh? [Verse 3: King Trav] Check it, they call me for the fix, look (For the fix) Auntie callin' tryna get a clip (Get a clip) I'm like "Baby, you gon' get what I can give" (Uh) I'm just tryna get 'em flipped, huh Sleepin' light, there's money in the crib (In the crib) I ain't trippin', I got somethin' for the kids, yeah (Somethin' for the kids, yeah) All a nigga know is pain Then I switch it up, now I can't feel a thing (I said now I can't feel a thing) Everybody tryna slide for a name I ain't worried, swear to God, I do my thing (I swear to God, I do my thing, yeah) I'mma slide through and bang Like LeBron when he got the open lane I'm puttin' money over fame (Money over fame) All this fuckin' money in my call log I bet you wish a nigga would, fall off, Trav Bitch, I'm cold cash, I'm talkin' like a walkin' brick (A walkin' brick) Came with a killa, I ain't worried 'bout, stretchin' shit Money on demand, we ain't askin' for a thing (Askin' for a thing) Uh, blood on the money, do whatever for the team (That's for the team, yeah) Turned the half to a whole I put some shit up on a row (Up on a row) Now we puttin' money in the flow It ain't shit to get a low, yeah (To get a low) Papi caught his time to rock and roll (To rock and roll) Catch a nigga creep, the .45 explode, uh (Boom!) 30 somethin' in the clip, one up in the nose, yeah (Yeah) I'mma blow this mothafuckin' pistol 'til this hoe, jam (Yeah) Live by the sword, die by the flame (Die by the flame, nigga) Everything gettin' burned, when you fuckin' with the gang, yeah (With the gang, nigga) Everybody dead, if you fuckin' with my name (With my name, nigga) Make you pull the plug if I pull up, damn, watch your face (Like watch your face) It's Trappin' Trav, I get the bag and the money first (The money first) Send 'em all home in a bloody hearse (Bloody hearse)