BloodClot (feat. T1C3 Capone)

We clog arteries, blood clot slaughtering Keep a stick up kid, strong robbery Real estate, the money, no monopoly See these haters and these critics, ain't no knockin' me We clog arteries, blood clot slaughtering Keep a stick up kid, strong robbery Real estate, the money, no monopoly See these haters and these critics, ain't no knockin' me Still climbin' to the top of the highest peak Lamborghini, same color as a tangerine Big bangin' on these tracks like tambourines Clip longer than your sleeves, make it hard to breathe She the girl of your dreams, get played like strings I'm from the city by the sea, Long Beach Murder spree for the cheese, keep a long heat By any means, clear the scene, waist deep Keep it in my jeans, one tucked in the seat Two Desert E's, squeeze, call them siamese Blowing pine trees, eyes lookin' Chinese Kush and the gangrene, bag of nosebleed Cherries moving stampede, hot as trapeze Been shittin' on these niggas, kinda gassy Call ya Pappy to Clap him and GladWrap him Jaw jabbin, no grabbin, straight trappin Mathematics We clog arteries, blood clot slaughtering Keep a stick up kid, strong robbery Real estate, the money, no monopoly See these haters and these critics, ain't no knockin' me We clog arteries, blood clot slaughtering Keep a stick up kid, strong robbery Real estate, the money, no monopoly See these haters and these critics, ain't no knockin' me I'm not even asking no more, you gotta give me that I'm known for making two out of one, like doing simple math That's double up, since a youngin' been reppin' money up We stay away from suckas, and niggas that's on that funny stuff They talkin' tough, but still knowin' that they can't touch us Steady droppin heat, boi we burn it up more than Usher Breakfast with the runners, countin' hundreds till my thumbs hurt Grinding, still excited from daily increasing numbers Music uplifting people when stress be takin' em under I'm old school, like Impalas bouncin' on gold Daytons I'm Johnny Cash, and this beat is feelin' like old Vegas Head stashed full of OGs, nigga, original gangstas No pushin' p, but we always gon' keep it playa Finna bottle all my sauce so you haters have it for later It's wartime, see ain't no mercy for you lames We finna hit these streets, see what you bitch niggas is made of We clog arteries, blood clot slaughtering Keep a stick up kid, strong robbery Real estate, the money, no monopoly See these haters and these critics, ain't no knockin' me We clog arteries, blood clot slaughtering Keep a stick up kid, strong robbery Real estate, the money, no monopoly See these haters and these critics, ain't no knockin' me