What You Living For

Lyrics

[Intro: Blood Money & Matti Baybee] (Rip Blood, Rip Cap!) Tryna see what we livin' for I am sayin', man I am livin' for GLO What you livin' for? We GLO'd all up Blood Gang, Mula Gang, nigga Woo! Rip Cap, ayy Gang! [Verse 1: Matti Baybee] Bitch I'm livin' for Blood It get bloody hit, bitch, ain't no love All my niggas gon' give me a purp All Designer, I'm fly like a bug Made them racks just to step in the club Fresh as hell like I stepped in a tub Wanna talk that's full of money in my condo Niggas killed Blood Money 'cause they know what I know They know what I was since I was young I know niggas finessin' the juug I know niggas in front of that judge I do what I do bitch you can't judge I know niggas who stuck in the trap I know niggas who ain't gotta rap Bitch, I'm cappin' and I think that I'm Cap Bitch, I'm cappin' so I be Cap, uh [Bridge: Blood Money & Matti Baybee] Wooah, Abandoned (Niggas know that shit) Trap House (Blood Gang nigga) Trap House (Cappin' nigga) Glo'd all up Big Glo Put the cameras on me, Glo Gang [Verse 2: Blood Money] You can tell opp nigga look dirty See the glo niggas get nerves Twelve gauges and thirties Twenty five thousands for a version Black steel shit still purging Keep dope stash in the torsion Lookin' for a lick got guns and bricks Imma leave a nigga dead no worries Nigga, I ain't never been scared I like bald head pussy no hairy (Yeah) Big guap on me and bad lil bitch She remind me of Hally Berry Money only thing I'ma marry Got a AK same height as KayKay On JayJay yall niggas look scared [Bridge: Blood Money] Got me fucked up They got me fucked up man Blood, whoaa Talk to me baby Does any body know Don't nobody know [Verse 3: Capo] They took Big Glo, so I don't know what I am livin' for (Don't know what I am livin' for) They took Big Glo, so I am runnin' this shit, puttin' everybody shit on the floor (Everybody shit on the floor) Big Glo left me Choppas and MACs, so what's up with you nigga, I am ready for war (Nigga, I'm ready for war) See a opp, roll on, pull on any nigga block, slid the doors on him (Boom boom) Where I am from, in the field, keep 'em poles on 'em (Gang) Late night like a high, tryna pour something (Gang) Out early, totin' guns, where birds hummin' (Gang) Shorties hallow 4-7 when the jakes comin' (4-7) Real nigga from the streets and I had nothing (Nah) I was into shootin' guns, wasn't into hustlin' (Boom boom boom) And if you run up on the GLO, it must be when his top split (Nah) And I ain't talkin' Makaway's but we got the hot shit (Gang, gang) [Outro: Capo & Blood Money] Woo! Glo in Heaven Big Glo Does anybody know? Does anybody know? Gang!