Blood Money

I can't walk up in that club, yeah Unless I got my gun on me Did a 360, now i got a nigga blood on me Hangin round them wolves, hoping they don't ever turn on me Got that clean money, dirty money and I got blood money Got them racks put up off that drug money Trappin' like a narco, nah, ain't no loving me I can never let a nigga play with me I can't even see why a nigga would ever try that Pull up in that big body truck And knock your top back IPad, iPad, haha, that's a face shot FaceTime gang, yeah, lil' nigga, we gon' face some Flexin' with them dracs, I send my young nigga to take some Dissin' on lil K, you get hit up with them K's Big double G, my grime itchin to let it spray Yeah, my grimlin so grimey, I can't stop nun He want take off your whole face Dissin' on the gram, I give him the OK I don't go back and forth, yeah, you know I stand on double G bidness Pop up if you run yeah, you get backshot, backshot, backshot Hit the ground so hard, now your ass out Acting like you like that boy, I know you work police You get blind by that fire, jumping out that glizzy, aiming at your teeth Hit him up in the chest, now he got the hiccups, he can't breathe Another case closed, boy, I do this shit with ease I don't want no pussy tell la shawty, just get on your knees Come and please me, treat me like a king, take it nice and slow and easy I can't walk up in the club, yeah, unless I got my gun on Did a 360 now i got a nigga blood on me Hangin round them wolves, hoping they wont never turn on me Got that clean money, dirty money, and I got blood money