Blood On My Shoes

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Was thuggin' for real, got blood on my shoes
Shit I'm jus telling the truth
More time on the block then I did in the stu
I was breaking 'em off for the loot
I'm trynna go straight, come up with a crew
Yeah, my niggas they staying on mute
Put a rack on his top get 'em flew
We certified trappers, come cop you a deuce
I'm sipping on pine, I mix it with juice
All black wit a skully I'm hanging wit blue
We factors, go head and bring out your crew
Got choppers on deck, I'm slanging my tool
Not wit that cappin' I'm bangin' with trues
My circ full of players , them bitches we pull
Got you a glock? I'm knowing me too
You flashing on Twitter but Yami gone shoot
Smoking & floating I'm rolling on Screw
Lil freak on my side , She loving to chew
Straight from the south, my noggin be loose
Lil Yami too live & she calling me Luke
Talkin on beef , imma aim at his tooth
We sniping no switches they hanging on roofs
Swerve through the city like I'm a coupe
We come out at night , with choppers & nukes
Block 'em he snooze, call up my youngin's & blitz
They get 'em , get knocked out his shoes
Ain't running my lip
Niggas that be wit the shit
Ain't really got nothing to prove
Member that night shawty thought I was a lick
Told her I'd see 'em , I'll be at the school
Ain't had a gun I was packing a knife
I got me a stripe, started busting at fools
Niggas ah switch, that's why I keep me a blick
Twelve what I got in this clip
I'm strapped by the hip
Knowing I'm serious like TIP
I'm pointing my fingers they get
Been round the way wit some niggas who popping like grits
Fry 'em , get burnt to a crisp
She f*ck wit a nigga, I'm realer, ain't checking for drip
The game that I'm spitting, it stick
Was thuggin' for real, got blood on my shoes
Shit I'm jus telling the truth
More time on the block then I did in the stu
I was breaking 'em off for the loot
I'm trynna go straight, come up with a crew
Yeah, my niggas they staying on mute
Put a rack on his top get 'em flew
We certified trappers, come cop you a deuce
I'm sipping on pine, I mix it with juice
All black wit a skully I'm hanging wit blue
We factors, go head and bring out your crew
Got choppers on deck, I'm slanging my tool
Not wit that cappin' I'm bangin' with trues
My circ full of players , them bitches we pull
Got you a glock? I'm knowing me too
You flashing on Twitter but Yami gone shoot

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