Lyrics
Smurk (hmm, hmm, big blrrd, hmm, hmm-mmm, huh, uh-uh)
Long way, learned somethin’ back from this sh#t (mmm, mmm)
Yeah, i get in this sh#t in blood, homie (mmm, mmm-mmm)
b#tch, i got my own fire, don’t need security in the club (no)
All the woofin’ on the net (net), n#gg#, i thought you was a thug
I ain’t got nowhere to go, i shot up everywhere they was (blrrd)
Yeah, you ain’t know who took that sh#t from you (blrrd, blrrd)
Come get it back in blood, blrrd, blrrd, b#tch, come get it back in blood (big blrrd)
We ain’t mask up, no dodge your ex (no), n#gg#s know who it was (f#ck ’em)
Extortin’ sh#t just like the 80s, once i’m back, get it in blood (ayy, on god)
Yeah, you know who took that sh#t from you (ayy), come get it back in blood (big blrrd, blrrd)
If yo’ n#gg# killer ain’t dead, you shouldn’t wear no r.i.p., shirt (no)
We had three hundred shots up in the car before we picked up durk (three hunnid)
Three n#gg#s, who ain’t got sh#t goin’, go, grab a glizzy, get alert (‘lert)
Shiesty g, post, r.i.p. (blrrd), wherever he is, he in the dirt (slime, blrrd, blrrd)
You gotta know i go too far (let’s go)
It’s two o’s up on this hunnied, one of them might stand for o’block (blrrd)
’bout twenty some shots, left up in the k, fifteen still in the glock (the glizzy)
Keep my door unlock, and stop (stop, stall)
I like gettin’ on feet, park the car, blrrd (park the car, blrrd)
We gettin’ up close, do him dirty, i ain’t showin’ love (no)
Eleven thousand, all ones, left my right pocket in the club (on god)
These blue faces up on me, dirty, i went, got it out the mud (let’s go)
If i took some, get it in blood (blrrd), i don’t give a f#ck what we was (blrrd, blrrd, blrrd)
b#tch, i got my own fire, don’t need security in the club (blrrd, blrrd, big blrrd, no)
All that woofin’ on the net (net), n#gg#, i thought you was a thug (what happened?)
I ain’t got nowhere to go, i shot up everywhere they was (blrrd)
Yeah, you know who took that sh#t from you (blrrd, blrrd)
Come get it back in blood, blrrd, blrrd, b#tch, come get it back in blood (big blrrd)
We ain’t mask up, no dodge your ex (no), n#gg#s know who it was (smurk, f#ck ’em)
Extortin’ sh#t just like the 80s (gang), once i’m back, get it in blood (on god)
Yeah, you know who took that sh#t from you, come get it back in blood (let’s get it)
Kilt yo’ mans, you keep on talkin’, better get that sh#t in blood
Give my shawty ‘nem a dub (yeah), and they gon’ walk inside this club (let’s get it)
Hit his little #ss with that switch (grrah), i bet that switch switch up his nerve
f#ck the opps inside my city, lil’ bro put them in the mud (blrrdah)
You can’t come back to your hood, huh? (no)
He was dissin’ on my cousin, now his #ss all in that ‘wood, huh? (boom, boom, boom)
Book his #ss, i wish he would come (p#ss#)
V-roy pop up at that car with that new glock (grrah, grrah), i wish he would run (grrah, grrah)
Now it’s three in the morning (uh-huh)
I’m thinkin’ ’bout hittin’ this lick
I know what y’all thinkin’, i’m bogus
I’m supposed to be home with a b#tch
Nah, see, i pay the rent, yeah, and i got a kid, damn
Plus, his pockets thick, the sh#t i’ma take, he won’t even miss
Now this sh#t a risk ’cause i asked about him and he play with sticks
But it is what it is, if that n#gg# rich then i’m bustin’ his sh#t
Yeah, see, he better not flinch, nah, ’cause my finger itch
But here come his whip, but he ain’t alone, he came with a b#tch
See i ain’t changin’ no plans, it is what it is, i am what i am (i am what i am)
And if his b#tch got some sense
When i up this blick, his hoe better get down
From the look this hoe burberry’d down (burberry’d down)
From the look this b#tch bag say chanel (her bag say chanel)
From back here she a ten on the scale (ten on the scale)
I think i might just take her as well
Come get it back in blood (blrrd, big blrrd)
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