Blood Money

Keep it on a late night, keep it on the low

When it's smoke, I'ma sco'

Gotta take one ****

'Bout a bag for the opp, got a lot off top

Bitch, I'm walk 'em down, Tre

Betta not play with 'em

I told her, "Believe in me"

Break a bitch for a whip, no lie, I'ma keep getting richer

Give a fuck 'bout ya gang, it's me and my ****

Put that on gang, just me and my hittas

Want a house out in Cali

Tell 'em I step on a Patek

Bought a P buss down, no cappin'

F&N in the cabinet

Lil Tre Dae can't help it, he bad, lil' bitch

Don't he look like his daddy?

Ready to walk 'em down, we gon' hit 'em up in traffic

Stalk 'em down, walk 'em down, throw away the ratchet

Oh, Lil Tre 'bout that action

Eighth Grade at school with this tool in my Micky D's race car jacket

Live the life of a savage

Why would you think that I'm average?

I know you heard I be spazzin'

Betta go ask 'em

Duck tape, clone Glock, cut 'em up

****, I'm a cutthroat assassin

Bet it on me when I roll these dice

Strap on me, nah, ain't nothing nice

Buss down Rollie, don't need no ice

New AP don't need no lights, oh yeah, yeah

I got blood money on my conscience

And I got dirty bodies on this choppa

I spend dirty money on my partners

I just put this rifle on my Bible

I got blood money on my conscience

And I got dirty bodies on this choppa

I spend dirty money on my partners

I just put this rifle on my Bible

When I talk to Moms, I thank her, it was like God sent me a angel

She be like, "Try to avoid the opps, but baby, they get in yo' way, stank 'em"

I rather I see you in jail than dead, so fuck the feds, I keep one in the head

Fight who? I ain't never be Craig, don't push me, I'm already on the edge

Ain't even gotta expose them ****, that's just a image, **** know you ain't kill 'em

I told Big A to be cool

He really wanna run 'em down and stand over them ****, ain't worth it

Real talk, bruh, we live in a circus

I told you the fake was gon' drown, go down when real **** come to the surface

My BM, she get in her feelings and run to the internet promoting opps

A week later come back apologizing, man, I swear this bitch tryna get popped

She tryna get popped with the opps

Oh, I'm traumatized, quit playin'

Betta watch that lil' shit you be sayin'

And I still give her money and conversation, 'cause if I don't, I won't see my lil' man, damn

I got blood money on my conscience

And I got dirty bodies on this choppa

I spend dirty money on my parters

I just put this rifle on my Bible

I got blood money on my conscience

And I got dirty bodies on this choppa

I spend dirty money on my parters

I just put this rifle on my Bible