Out for Blood

Huh? Yeah See the opps in the distance Y'all gon need some assistance Huh? We gonna send 'em a gift like it's Christmas Dirty money and we all doing fitness I keep talking but you won't even listen Wash em out like we doing the dishes You won't even let me finish my sentence I was speechless but now I'm a menace Call up on Felix and we playing tennis With all the new shi I know imma get it Said it once so you know that I meant it Sunglasses I can see all the fakes Did it once now I know what it takes Lotta pressure so we raising the stakes Choppa like a hurricane Jump on the boat cuz we starting the wave I'm off a perc man I'm going insane Get out my business and get out the way (get out the way, move!) Say the wrong thing sending shots to yo brain I'm talking big dog chains Yeah, Send 10 Shots on da eastiside They on they boating homes like seaside Hit da man once then he died Digging up graves that's deep fried Benz up top like we did man dirty Steppin in Paris there is no mercy Saw the opps then his vision got blurry Hesitated now theres blood on his jersey Don't try n play like all of you are innocent, Most of you act like you trapping real big But in reality most of y'all are just middle men Keep it real like we business men They wanna link up cuz it's been a minute I don't wanna link up cuz I know I'm Bigger than all of you little men And it's on sight on arrival I gotta claim the crown for survival And pushing promotion so I can go viral Starting the wave I ain't talkin tidal Y'all should just focus on passing ur finals The Weeknd and Kanye that's the idols Performing on stage thats the recital I said it once but they all in denial We running laps make 'em go in a spiral Yea look, The summer is mine so we pop bottles Got me selling my soul for the top shottas And we hustling and grinding we not stopping I got people in Europe they keep watching If they hang with the ops then we gotta pop em And they looking and guessing like who shot em And the choppa outside so it keep chopping Man this for my city Choppa like a hurricane Jump on the boat cuz we starting the wave I'm off a perc man I'm going insane Get out my business and get out the way (get out the way, move!) Say the wrong thing sending shots to yo brain I'm talking big dog chains We in the cut (yeah) Her in the Bentley truck And it's a must Start the wave then we up Start the wave then we stuck On the wave then we up Ok ok ok ok This is talent not luck Yah!, gave me 6 for I bleed And I'm busting out the lean I had to leave for I started a scene 64 the limousine Jermaine cole cousin want crispy cream I'm just living out my dream Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah And imma start vibin we all finna get it I rap for my city I don't get the credit We going to class but we teach the lessons We hoping in foreigns we counting our blessings It's almost summer man we don't need no stressing I hit a opp yeah you know I'm finessing You got it wrong you should prolly keep guessing The therapist getting all the confessing Choppa like a hurricane Jump on the boat cuz we starting the wave I'm off a perc man I'm going insane Get out my business and get out the way (get out the way, move!) Say the wrong thing sending shots to yo brain I'm talking big dog chains

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