"Free Blood" lyrics
Uh, uh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Right now, I'm in the city, this shit hot, boy
The opps ain't hittin' on shit, ayy, check the stats
Ayy, on my name JB, and I'm a BlocBoy
Free Money, he caught two bodies, he on max
Everything I rap, this shit is facts
Them niggas ain't on shit, them niggas cap
So many guns that I can mix and match
Where Bobby Shmurda? I'm tryna catch that nigga hat
Tote .35's, niggas shoot whoever lookin'
Goin' at your bitch, ayy, ayy, ain't shit about me pussy
My mom knew I was a G from my first whoopin'
Said, "Go and get a switch," I got the bigger one out the bushes, nigga
When we spin that neighborhood, we all out took it, nigga
Where your Glock? Let me see it, bitch, I took it, nigga
Like my hat, nigga, I be so damn crooked, nigga
Hang to the left, I like that bitch
She was just my one-night stand and you like that bitch
By the way, she eat the man, shit, I like that bitch too
They can't see it's five percent on the window tint
Ridin' with this F&N, ain't no fun without you
And it ain't no playin' middle, you gotta pick a side or somethin'
My cousin creepin' up the block, almost got smoked for tryna run
Bank account look like a playground, that bitch have plenty funds
Walked him down, he got a Sprayground, send a backpack to his son
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Right now, I'm in the city, this shit hot, boy
The opps ain't hittin' on shit, ayy, check the stats
Ayy, on my name JB, and I'm a BlocBoy
Free Money, he caught two bodies, he on max
Everything I rap, this shit is facts
Them niggas ain't on shit, them niggas cap
So many guns that I can mix and match
Where Bobby Shmurda? I'm tryna catch that nigga hat
Tote .35's, niggas shoot whoever lookin'
Goin' at your bitch, ayy, ayy, ain't shit about me pussy
My mom knew I was a G from my first whoopin'
Said, "Go and get a switch," I got the bigger one out the bushes, nigga
When we spin that neighborhood, we all out took it, nigga
Where your Glock? Let me see it, bitch, I took it, nigga
Like my hat, nigga, I be so damn crooked, nigga
Hang to the left, I like that bitch
She was just my one-night stand and you like that bitch
By the way, she eat the man, shit, I like that bitch too
They can't see it's five percent on the window tint
Ridin' with this F&N, ain't no fun without you
And it ain't no playin' middle, you gotta pick a side or somethin'
My cousin creepin' up the block, almost got smoked for tryna run
Bank account look like a playground, that bitch have plenty funds
Walked him down, he got a Sprayground, send a backpack to his son
