FivesUpRoddy - BLOOD

Thinking you run up on Roddy?
Boy on my life it get wicked
All that pumping you don't got a smithin'
Hollow tips got him runnin' and limping
Roddy all on her mouth like some Lipton
And these, look
And these niggas not stupid you trippin'
They don't want me and bro to start clicking
When we clicking them boys get the dippin'
Fuck it
Love my strap I don't do all the cuffing
Like G Herbo my niggas gone up it
Say we don't got the strap then we snuff em
Run like Forrest the 40 gone gump em
40 dump then his body we dump em
Betta duck or the hollows hit muffins
And we do got the hands but we packin' it
Chat on the net but we see em in person and niggas don't know where the static went
Riding through Jersey we spinning we lurking and trust me yah shawty is jackin' it
Cup full of dirty I'm sippin' and swerving but trust if I see em I'm clapping it
Shots through the jacket immaculate
Go
Go
Go
Go
Go
Go (FLTT)
Go (FLTT)
Go (FLLT)
And that new jacket is satin
30 we packin I'm swerving through traffic
And trust me the money is stackin
Quarterback Dak-in
My heat like a dragon
The bullets would go through yah fashion
Catch him in action, lackin'
Woke up in bed now he sleep in a casket
I'm just saying man, this shit a G-O
Choppa gon sing like it's Ne-Yo
Niggas keep askin like what I'ma D-O
Set this bitch off like I'm Cleo
Niggas they see me start breaking they English
I thought he was talkin in Crio
I'm a hot headed nigga my neck and my wrist and my pinky
My shit is on frio
Glock wit a switch and the shit the bussing he thought that I came wit a trio
And that nigga gon say he a rapper and trapper to feds he singing em c-notes
And my shawty I swear that she childish
But she was never Gambino
And these niggas be thinkin they best in my city
Man what type of shit do yah be on?
And I'm up on the fashion y'all niggas is backwards I don't only got what you see on
And for all of my whips I been blacking them out but the rari might go get it neon
And lil bronem gon keep him a grip
And that shit came wit a tatic
And I bet he won't talk with his chest
Cuz the hollows gon make him do backflips
And I promise I won't say the rest
Cuz I know that these dumb niggas lackin'
And I promise I won't say the rest
Cuz I know that these dumb niggas lackin'

Written by:
Terrod McLean

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