"In My Blood" lyrics
Kai Wachi & Uffy Lyrics
(feat. UFFY)
Uffy, ho
Make that ass talk to me while I, ugh
All these fuckin' pills up in my system never coming down
Uffy captain gon' be on his grind the fuck you thinking, ha, ha, ha, ooh
Kai Wachi
Hundred clips I might let if off
Bet not slip I swear to God
All them bricks in that rental car
Fuck boy out of line send 'em to they lord
Uffy lane pain gang repping hard
Nothing but ignorant in my repertoire
These boys 'gon ride when they up to no good
Shit be dry this side of the hood
They burning 30's like firewood
I'm looking out for my livelihood
Hoe, shut your bucket head up, your only job is to fucking ride it good
All them drugs is 'gon feed these raps
On my plug we never speak 'bout that
I fell in love with money in that trap
I tried to told 'em, honey, Uffy that crack
I'm from the gutter where they move that stuff
Like 9/11, how they blew that up
Oxycotton, my block be poppin
Trust fund fiends my blood run green
Don't even need a needle just to heat that up
We don't got a sports team just a whole lot of drugs
City full of trees and a heart with no love
Popping them beans and injecting them subs
And you probably don't know about this but you ought to
I'ma go hard for my future daughter
Just drop that raw white in the hot water
Got the lean with my sprite bout to go harder
Bitch, I ain't got a dollar ain't even got a dream
Just a whole bunch of work clientele of them fiends
Man, tell them ratchets I don't really smoke weed
Catch a contact high when I kick it with the team
'Cause we all want the same thing
Big house gold teeth pinky ring motherfucker
'Cause we all want the same thing
To stunt all over those who ain't believe in our dream
'Cause we all want the same thing
You lying to yourself saying you ain't want these hoes screaming out your name
Menage a trois and cars and broads from over seas and shit mayne
Oxycotton, my block be-
Make that ass talk to me while I, ugh
All these fuckin' pills up in my system never coming down
Uffy captain gon' be on his grind the fuck you thinking, ha, ha, ha, ooh
Kai Wachi
Hundred clips I might let if off
Bet not slip I swear to God
All them bricks in that rental car
Fuck boy out of line send 'em to they lord
Uffy lane pain gang repping hard
Nothing but ignorant in my repertoire
These boys 'gon ride when they up to no good
Shit be dry this side of the hood
They burning 30's like firewood
I'm looking out for my livelihood
Hoe, shut your bucket head up, your only job is to fucking ride it good
All them drugs is 'gon feed these raps
On my plug we never speak 'bout that
I fell in love with money in that trap
I tried to told 'em, honey, Uffy that crack
I'm from the gutter where they move that stuff
Like 9/11, how they blew that up
Oxycotton, my block be poppin
Trust fund fiends my blood run green
Don't even need a needle just to heat that up
We don't got a sports team just a whole lot of drugs
City full of trees and a heart with no love
Popping them beans and injecting them subs
And you probably don't know about this but you ought to
I'ma go hard for my future daughter
Just drop that raw white in the hot water
Got the lean with my sprite bout to go harder
Bitch, I ain't got a dollar ain't even got a dream
Just a whole bunch of work clientele of them fiends
Man, tell them ratchets I don't really smoke weed
Catch a contact high when I kick it with the team
'Cause we all want the same thing
Big house gold teeth pinky ring motherfucker
'Cause we all want the same thing
To stunt all over those who ain't believe in our dream
'Cause we all want the same thing
You lying to yourself saying you ain't want these hoes screaming out your name
Menage a trois and cars and broads from over seas and shit mayne
Oxycotton, my block be-
