"Blood On Them Blues" lyrics
It's blood on them blues
It's scars on my hand
It's mud on my shoes
We takin' them risks and chances
We livin' this life illegal
We livin' this life so dangerous (Zaytoven)
It's blood on them blues
It's mud on my shoes
I got a ghetto fortune
I'm catchin' plays and fortune
I give the hood the scripture
I'm paintin' niggas a picture
All of my blicks exotic
All of my bitches exotic
The crib got the guns, the gold
I put the dope on the stove
I put the tree on the road
I'm finna get in that mode
The credit, the debit, the wallets
We fraud in designer attire
The crescent, the rumble, the Turks
I'm high, I be leavin' the earth
The money got residue on it
I'm smackin' any opponent
I'm hackin' and traffickin' chemicals
These bad bitches wanna get physical
The motion, the movement, the currency
We gettin' the profit with urgency
I'm stackin' just for emergencies
I was young, doin' them burglaries
We pumpin' and dumpin' the coins
These bitches, you know that they goin'
I'm havin' a fraudulent fortune
They catch me, you know they gon' torch me
The danger, the risk, the chances
Racked up, I don't need advances
The jungle, the streets, the trenches
I'm pullin' up inside a Phantom
The Patek Philippe is here
The factory diamonds here
I'm smashin' exotic women
I'm livin' too fast, I'm trippin'
Got boxes, I'm floodin' the market
I'm hittin' lil' bae on the carpet
I'm splurgin' on all of these garments
I'm pullin' up, Lamb' in Target
I'm soakin' up all the methods
I'm buildin' them custom weapons
Just watch, you gonna see my collection
I'm busy, so she get neglected
The strains, the keif, the hash
They bringin' in loads of cash
My bitch got hella ass
I'm walkin' around with a stash
It's blood on them blues
It's mud on my shoes
I got a ghetto fortune
I'm catchin' plays and fortune
I give the hood the scripture
I'm paintin' niggas a picture
All of my blicks exotic
All of my bitches exotic
The crib got the guns, the gold
I put the dope on the stove
I put the tree on the road
I'm finna get in that mode
The credit, the debit, the wallets
We fraud in designer attire
The crescent, the rumble, the Turks
I'm high, I be leavin' the earth
It's scars on my hand
It's mud on my shoes
We takin' them risks and chances
We livin' this life illegal
We livin' this life so dangerous (Zaytoven)
It's blood on them blues
It's mud on my shoes
I got a ghetto fortune
I'm catchin' plays and fortune
I give the hood the scripture
I'm paintin' niggas a picture
All of my blicks exotic
All of my bitches exotic
The crib got the guns, the gold
I put the dope on the stove
I put the tree on the road
I'm finna get in that mode
The credit, the debit, the wallets
We fraud in designer attire
The crescent, the rumble, the Turks
I'm high, I be leavin' the earth
The money got residue on it
I'm smackin' any opponent
I'm hackin' and traffickin' chemicals
These bad bitches wanna get physical
The motion, the movement, the currency
We gettin' the profit with urgency
I'm stackin' just for emergencies
I was young, doin' them burglaries
We pumpin' and dumpin' the coins
These bitches, you know that they goin'
I'm havin' a fraudulent fortune
They catch me, you know they gon' torch me
The danger, the risk, the chances
Racked up, I don't need advances
The jungle, the streets, the trenches
I'm pullin' up inside a Phantom
The Patek Philippe is here
The factory diamonds here
I'm smashin' exotic women
I'm livin' too fast, I'm trippin'
Got boxes, I'm floodin' the market
I'm hittin' lil' bae on the carpet
I'm splurgin' on all of these garments
I'm pullin' up, Lamb' in Target
I'm soakin' up all the methods
I'm buildin' them custom weapons
Just watch, you gonna see my collection
I'm busy, so she get neglected
The strains, the keif, the hash
They bringin' in loads of cash
My bitch got hella ass
I'm walkin' around with a stash
It's blood on them blues
It's mud on my shoes
I got a ghetto fortune
I'm catchin' plays and fortune
I give the hood the scripture
I'm paintin' niggas a picture
All of my blicks exotic
All of my bitches exotic
The crib got the guns, the gold
I put the dope on the stove
I put the tree on the road
I'm finna get in that mode
The credit, the debit, the wallets
We fraud in designer attire
The crescent, the rumble, the Turks
I'm high, I be leavin' the earth
