BloodKlot

Lyrics

Six7 on the beat You ain't shot nobody stop Oh you got a Glock pop Catch a nigga at the red light shoot em when be stop Got a whole nother yop waiting for me at the dock And my circle small – dot All these niggas BloodKlot Guess what we got? the drop Got a light and a Glock on my belt like a cop I'ma gon fuck around and do the run OJ Oh she wanna fuck with me ? ok And I jus hit g no Jay And I jus left Johnny dang snow flake I'm in the H pouring drank wit my brothers At the airline poured up chopper don't stutter I let that chopper go grrr grrr let it touch ya Say it make everything taste better like butter In the AR lab had too go thru the puzzles Hell yea I can jug do you think I can juggle Sent the whip too the gym that bitch came out with muscles Gotta bad bitch and her hair long like Rapunzel / got a hood bitch she tryna fuck me for bundles Matt black G wagon sitting high like a hummer Finna pour me a 8 then drink out a funnel And you know that I always gotta fall not stumble Rannn up that sack Damn near jus broke my back Purple and the red make it taste like act Nigga shut the fuck up why you talking like that Sip drink but I know this shit kill like crack / nigga live then you know when we gotta spin right back I'm wit Jill and we went up the hill like jack Nigga play then I gotta bring kill bill back I jus boarded the pint wit a chopper I'm so high I jus walked past a helicopter No the Glock don't make good music But this MF hear have yo head bobbin Nigga thought he was gon Rob me all you heard was pfftt pfftt then that led dropping Nigga reach for my chain I'ma pop him have too cut off my dreads prolly Nigga drop the location skrrrrr pull up and we headshot em I jus look at my phone RING that's my bro from the feds calling One day I'ma be a rich ass grandfather You ain't even do shit he was dissing yo dead partner Yo hoe hit me up I'm knocking her legs off her Wouldn't sell you this goop if you gimme yo best offer Tell the plug don't trust me bitch I got pints on the mega bus Hop out stand over he ain't getting up Get em off my body I jus sold him fake edibles And you know we got the medals for them niggas tryna medal us In the I hit em wit a pedigree that's me Michael Jordan wit a 223 Big ocean he a crip big C In the H finna call J Zay no beef im tryna pull up on B