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

Let the band play. Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, Uh. Okay. Ayy. Cash out if I want to. 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 bitches with me, on It. For real though. These niggas wanna be me, Don't it? No doubt. But the money got blood All on it. Yeah, the money got blood all On it. Ayy. My young niggas ready to shoot. Down. 'Cause they ain't got nothin' to lose. Down. He says fuck everybody and fuck everything, He got somethin' to prove. Down. In the trenches pullin' moves. Got 'em. A hundred racks in blues. Franklins. In a shoe box, hell nah, them ain't No motherfuckin' shoes. Racks. Ayy, what you do, nigga? Took the motor out a 'Vette, put it in A Chevelle. Switch it up. Do my dirt all by myself 'cause these niggas Gon' tell. She look like God sent her from Heaven but she fine as hell. Bad. I'm sendin' scrill to five states, man, I just broke my scale. Uh. Lil' cuz just caught a murder charge and I just posted his bail. Yeah. Doin' donuts in a 'Rari, I'm a major player. Skrrt. Send bags to the hood and to the Opps I send some shells. Yeah. Never talk on the phone and never leave A paper trail. Super bad bitch 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 fucked me. Uh. Plain Jane, Richard Mille, I told my jeweler Bust it. Cash out if I want to. 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 bitches with me, on It. For real though. These niggas wanna be me, Don't it? doubt. But the money got blood all On it. Yeah, the money got blood all on It. Ayy. My young niggas ready to shoot. 'Cause they ain't got nothin' to lose. Down. He says fuck everybody and fuck everything, He got somethin' to prove. Down. In the trenches pullin' moves. Got 'em. A hundred racks in blues. Franklins. In a shoe box, hell nah, them ain't No motherfuckin' shoes. Racks. At the top where it get real lonely. Just might put a dub on homie. New Phantom with the Forgis on it. Forgies. And the paint got blood all on it. These niggas ain't eatin', they starvin'. Nah. I can see 'cause they crew gettin' boney. Bones. These suckers do nothin' but clout chase. These boys just some one-trick ponies. Horses. Man, this rap game so damn phony. These niggas a bunch of jabronis. Ponies. Everything you got, they want it. That's why I'm still from Stoney. Just told my hitta he on it. Nigga better break fast like Shoney's. Shoney's. And I got my back like Tony. These niggas wanna clone me, don't Huh. I went from ridin' an LV12, switched it up And now my motor electric. Switch stacked way more millions than haters Expected. You gotta shoot for your respect, That's how you send a message. Pow. You gotta do what you gotta do to Keep family protected. Cash out when I wanna. Yeah, these bitches know how I'm comin'. Yeah, these niggas know how I'm comin'. Yeah, these bitches know how I'm comin'. Ayy. Why they call you Tony? 'Cause I pop shit by my lonely. Pow. Pocket full of Crip blue hundreds, yeah, but It got blood all on it. Uh, 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 a bag on you. You, I put a bag on you too. Inside my Hellcat, Ragu. I'm goin' nuts, I keep me a tool. They like, "This young nigga loose screw." Yeah. Took the doors off my McLaren, Put it on my ears, ayy. Don't compare me to no rapper 'cause these niggas Weird, ayy. They done pissed me off, it's codeine All up in my urine, ayy. When it come to shootin' shit, my jumper be The purest. Cash out if I want to. For 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 Bad bitches with me, on it. For real though. These niggas wanna be me, don't Doubt. But the money got blood all on it. Yeah, the money got blood all on it. Yeah, My young niggas ready to shoot. Down. 'Cause they ain't got nothin' to lose. Down. He says fuck everybody and fuck everything, He got somethin' to prove. Down. In the trenches pullin' moves. Got 'em. A hundred racks in blues. Franklins. In a shoe box, hell nah, them ain't No motherfuckin' shoes. Racks.