Bloody Santana - Bad Mood Bloody

Mhm...
Tats on his face that shit too hot
Aye
Racks on my waist
That's like two glocks, aye
Tracks round this race
That's a few blocks
Stacks on my case
Count like two cops
Hey!
Tats on his face that shit too hot
Aye
Racks on my waist
That's like two glocks
Tracks round this race
That's a few blocks
Aye
Stacks on my case
Count like two cops

Shawty fuck it misunderstood
Drugs dump them
Would if I could
Popping deals
Cop a deal off of shook
Running drills
I could kill if I could
Love is trill
But the dick what I took
Plug is here
Was it that fuckin' good?

Shit

Steal if I could, Run up the hood
(Run!)
Do what I should
Missing the wood
Pass it around
I'm off henny what's good
Classic bound
But the team wasn't good
Huh?

And he don't want no smoke I'm a rare case
Aye
She dont hold no weight
That bitch too fake
Aye
They ain't got no hold
Cause they two faced
Yuh
Bloody I'm on go
Let this blunt face
Light this blunt!

In the kitchen with some liquor And some shit to throw you off
If my conscious did the shit
I think the bitch is at a loss
I woulda probably
Killed this nigga
If I woulda brought my gun
I like to toss and peels these Niggas
You don't wanna be the one
Take a drink , I drink a ton
I think I won
I think I won
Made a lot of bad decisions
Make it bad for everyone
Hey

Written by:
Destini Levette

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