Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
G Herbo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Herbert R Wright
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Justin Chase Davis
Producer
Daniel Ivy
Producer
Lyrics
I used to take in the painkillers
My vein, vampire out the scene there, acting blood
Blood, blood
Blood
You ain't ever seen brains splattered on the pavement
'Cause you got up close range, I'ma put my flame
To his chest, don't wanna aim -, all the opps get checked
Make the radar then you next, you better not say my fuckin' name (uh)
Late at night I be with bloodsuckers, all of us got stripes
If he wants beef, we turn to Fuddruckers, running for they life
Don't come outside, they took the fun from us
Precision with them motherfuckers
Vicious, every glizzy come with switches on them motherfuckers
Piss me off, I'm seeing blood
I don't need no group to go on a mission, it's just me and 'cause
Everybody that know me know I get busy, that was the shit I love
Go off then come right back like a Frisbee 'til they all get a slug
Money on me while I'm in the club (pussy)
I'm with the elite, I'm so one hundred, you can't pay me in dubs
The Crips fuck with me from west to East, but I get love from bloods
Shoutout Young Sizzle, that's blood
Shoutout OP, that's blood
Shoutout 50, that's blood
Yeah, shoutout Top, that's blood
This shit don't stop, know how I rock, I be with lots of thugs
He wanna squabble up, get popped, don't got no boxing gloves
Act like he tough, he really not, these busters like to mug
I can't respect him if he talk but never shot his gun
I got a slight limp when I walk, my Glock ten got a drum
Walked out the house, clip full of shells, walked in the house with none
Real as they come put that on Ls, been that since I was young
I'm really him, 20-year-old millionaire, but I was dumb
Looked out for them, they ain't give a fuck about me when I ain't have a crumb
I gave my last, when I fell off, they laughed, that's why I'm numbed
Got off my ass, forgot about my past, that's how I won
I'm gangster, son, your dad done everything under the sun
Big old mansions now, I used to sleep on Essex in the trap
Yeah, I'ma flex it now, that money was under my mattress before rap
Been through the trenches, nigga, I never need no direction or no maps
Ran my section, if they mentioned Cap or Max they got clapped
Bitch is up
Writer(s): Herbert R Wright
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