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Rondy Gibson
Rondy Gibson
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[Verse 1]
Blood Walk
I do mine like them
In the beat back, bitch fascinated how the Bloods talk
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Thirty thousand for a break, wanna split, drop a dub off
You in love with the biz
But to us, shit jump off
(Pass out, pass out)
Who put you **** on the set?
Taught you **** how to Blood Walk?
And they ain't hear to be faded
Gang-related, shot the party up and skated
The gang got war
Gang slided, know the gang drop
[Verse 2]
Gang, gang, all the homies brackin'
You ain't from the town, touchdown, better tap it
Finger on the trigger, ain't no racket
Real life, this ain't no challenge
These two-two threes are cross-damaged
Long red blood red strings, Blood Walking on stage
I swear to God, I must have a soul, be praised
Gettin' high in my time, we ridin' this on the set
Any sign or field, we takin' the chain right off yo neck, ****
Where you from? yo bang, where yo mama stay?
My **** found it, bring that chopper where yo mama stay
Bandless, **** can't stand this
My little **** E.S. with the B.S., he from Memphis
Shooters from the bitty can't slide down Venice
Pull up and get busy with that Instagram shit
Thuggin' in the jungles, Gerber for the families
My **** have paper, walk around with fifty thousand
Uh huh (Blood Walk)
[Verse 3]
Ate the pussy and played with it at the same time
Sent the pack in the air, we got hang-time
Fuck you man, he can't fuck with me
I'm all up in the coop doin' a buck fifty
He got yo body off the molly while you do that
Wife beater tank top with a doo rag
Pussy **** still callin' for his boot back
He get his ho shit blew back
Eight hunnid for these Guccis, lemme sit back
He just holler, he just rappin', he ain't hit that
I'm a dog, I'm a beast, I just went back
To the pound for that big strap
And third case, I just beat, don't forget that
Everybody from the Northside
A couple killers on the curb side
I rock this Henny on the worst ride
It really help me get this verse right
Huh?
[Verse 4]
It was war time, ****, where was you at?
I don't bail two times for them two straps
Drops downtown ****, got my juice back
Fresh out when I gotta call a deuce back
I'm a solider
All my riders, I just focus on the commas
I'm ridin' with them diamonds
Boy, you ain't got no problems
Got gorillas right behind me
Who? Ain't nobody, catch a fade up
Buddy, that's just how we ride
Inglewood, ****, it's the north to the top
[Verse 5]
Hah
****, Blood Walk (Huh)
Yeah, eight hunnid for these shoes, lil bitch, want some Blood Walk
Hah
I'm on the phone, keep it down, lil bitch, let a Blood talk
Hah
Spit a lean on the floor, lil bitch, watch me Blood Walk
[Verse 6]
Blood Walk
I do mine like them
In the beat back, bitch fascinated how the Bloods talk
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Thirty thousand for a break, wanna split, drop a dub off
Yeah
You in love with the biz
But to us, shit jump off
Who put you **** on the set?
Who taught you **** how to Blood Walk?
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Written by: Rondy Gibson
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