Blood Money
[Intro]
Blood money, blood money, blood money
Gra, it's that blood money
So listen, I'm not the same as shit though, like
[Verse]
They say "Ayo Fifth, keep it clean"
Rap star, make it dream
I know me, play it part
N***a, I been laying lean
I told bro, I been serving
I ain't talking bout no damn pills
We be serving all the fiends
All that white, all that mean
All they popping, now I'm dropping
With it low, with the feds
Better watch it, duck it
Now they said they on the low
I just watched the undercover
Try to sell it with work
I don't got no time for jail
So I'd rather put in work
I can go ride all the spots
I can go drop on they lot
I can go pop on the opp
We gon' spend every day
I done lived that shit
I do not play no games
I feel low, low, low
Dirty n***a, when you sad, watch who your homie
N***as that leave you were worse than a gym
I know what's feeling when I'm keeping a buck
N***as ain't moving their hand for a man
But n***as ain't never gonna watch who you trust
I see some shit from a snake, n***a
That's why I rack the shit with a stick, n***a
You don't know the difference between love and hate, n***a
I can show you the fit, n***a, nah
I'm too real, authentic
What the fuck is everything authentic?
I keep everything, n***a, briefs on me with the G, n***a, I'm authentic
Damn, know when I slide, I'm a real n***a
I can pull a little shit for the five
What's that, blood money? Oh, you head, n***a?
Or the guts, n***a, when I slide, n***a
Bam, pistol shot, all them young n***as, they gon' try
They know me, I put in work, to the B and to the M
I sold bar and that's like blood money, speakin' when I spin
I know a boy gon' say it's me, hit the call when you bend
Fuck it, call my dog, he gon' actin' like he Bruce
I sold Burgos to that lean
You know me, I put in two I just show the white and dough
You don't notice what I do
Chopping at it, rap star
I been bowling for the who
Keep my savings in the bank
Shit who box up on the money
Bitch, you check up on my closet
It's, yeah, full of money I can chime, check the blue
Now they say, who is you?
Bitch, it's blood money fifth
Now you know I come for you, bitch
[Outro]
Blood money, blood money It's that blood money, bitch
God, it's that blood money, bitch, with those subs funny, bitch
And we gon' come for him, bow, n***a, bow, bow
Blood money, blood money, blood money
Gra, it's that blood money
So listen, I'm not the same as shit though, like
[Verse]
They say "Ayo Fifth, keep it clean"
Rap star, make it dream
I know me, play it part
N***a, I been laying lean
I told bro, I been serving
I ain't talking bout no damn pills
We be serving all the fiends
All that white, all that mean
All they popping, now I'm dropping
With it low, with the feds
Better watch it, duck it
Now they said they on the low
I just watched the undercover
Try to sell it with work
I don't got no time for jail
So I'd rather put in work
I can go ride all the spots
I can go drop on they lot
I can go pop on the opp
We gon' spend every day
I done lived that shit
I do not play no games
I feel low, low, low
Dirty n***a, when you sad, watch who your homie
N***as that leave you were worse than a gym
I know what's feeling when I'm keeping a buck
N***as ain't moving their hand for a man
But n***as ain't never gonna watch who you trust
I see some shit from a snake, n***a
That's why I rack the shit with a stick, n***a
You don't know the difference between love and hate, n***a
I can show you the fit, n***a, nah
I'm too real, authentic
What the fuck is everything authentic?
I keep everything, n***a, briefs on me with the G, n***a, I'm authentic
Damn, know when I slide, I'm a real n***a
I can pull a little shit for the five
What's that, blood money? Oh, you head, n***a?
Or the guts, n***a, when I slide, n***a
Bam, pistol shot, all them young n***as, they gon' try
They know me, I put in work, to the B and to the M
I sold bar and that's like blood money, speakin' when I spin
I know a boy gon' say it's me, hit the call when you bend
Fuck it, call my dog, he gon' actin' like he Bruce
I sold Burgos to that lean
You know me, I put in two I just show the white and dough
You don't notice what I do
Chopping at it, rap star
I been bowling for the who
Keep my savings in the bank
Shit who box up on the money
Bitch, you check up on my closet
It's, yeah, full of money I can chime, check the blue
Now they say, who is you?
Bitch, it's blood money fifth
Now you know I come for you, bitch
[Outro]
Blood money, blood money It's that blood money, bitch
God, it's that blood money, bitch, with those subs funny, bitch
And we gon' come for him, bow, n***a, bow, bow