Blood On My Feet (feat. D-Money)

Go, watt, go, go, K3 man Go, go, go We gon' show them boys who really run the f*ck city Me and gang we chillin' up, up in that hemi tryna spread the city Smoke them woods on back to back, we see ah opp he getting wack 223's gon' patch him up Them 556 go clean him up Shorty said he tryna get me gone, so try your luck I'm a business man, I had em young, he's coming out that cut and patch you up I've been tryna keep it P, but niggas want blood on my feet Cross em out just like a T, then spin that block, that same week I've been tryna play a it cool, but niggas thinking I be weak I'ma show that boy in school, he got his lil' bros watching me I'ma keep it G, they never been hit with an A.R.P When I get rich, you gon' see them diamonds dancing on my teeth Big amiri for on my feet Gen 5 , don't leave my jeans Stay in school lil niggas, you better hide n chase your f*cking dreams Better had to chase your dreams, bitch I'm pouring out this lean Riding dirty with my team, got this 40 on me With no kickback, if he run up, put this shit back Them boys know they ain't with that Catch ah opp, chase ah opp, zombie chips , they go through lungs Ski mask on, can't go for none Speed racing, I'm on the run, to this new check today Everybody else got something to say, but I won't pay no mind Cause I'm on my own time, cause I'm on my own grind F*ck niggas play, get left on f*ck Speed racing in a hot car, we call this a striker Speed down they block, cause we'll really light it Niggas don't be on they block, call it a spin cycle AR, I got a coolant kit, tap it once he disappear Pass the ball to Brody, he gon' score just like he playin shit You know we be laying , hop out spray shit That's what got your mans hit, for dissing on my mans bitch Aye, go, yeah Aye, aye, yeah