Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
LaTodd Ahmad Washington
Songwriter
Lyrics
It was blood in the streets
But it wasn't no bullets found
Slicing the beat
Like it's a turkey fam
Try to talk bout the leash
Yo little bitch a hound
It's a Mac in my sheets
I'm getting gully now
Cut the throats
From the chest
I'ma put them boys to rest
I'm that nigga that can flex
Niggas flexin for a tag
Fake ass chains and baguettes
You that nigga with a scat
You that nigga wit a bag
You be looking like a lick
Let a nigga try to diss
He gon fumble on his bitch
Ima just keep a hunnit
I'm not tryna fuck with a rubber
But still I can't trust it
It's like the end of the summer I been with the stoners
You not gonna fuck up the motion
Stirring the pots like it's grits but it ain't none of this but the shit gonna cop me a Audi
Sipping a lot of the ack for my brother locked up and the ones that can get me profit
It was blood in the streets
But it wasn't no bullets found
Slicing the beat
Like it's a turkey fam
Try to talk bout the leash
Yo little bitch a hound
It's a Mac in my sheets
I'm getting gully now
Lex Luger shit ima flex all on these hoes babe
30 centi stick centimeter for promo bbeach hollow mate
Lad toke a stick like a musket it's a sniper thing
I can't fuck this bitch she got tits
Where yo ass babe
Whipping wit no rims riding sperry till I graduate
Member I waited a min for that time then I struck the bass
Ain't no truth in yo eyes you ain't even gotta lie today
I can't take no pic to the flash could be assinated
One in the dome
One of em gone
Left em alone
Run Ricky go you better go
Dance on the pole
Dance on the pole
Players club girl you a diamond come be my hoe
Shots take those to the face
Speeding in a vette to a play
Stick in my lap not a dick
Pause for the ones that might play
I been up for hours turn to days
Thinking never stressing bout my next
Owl pharaoh thoughts
Giving rage
Bullets tracing back to my neighbor
It was blood in the streets
But it wasn't no bullets found
Slicing the beat
Like it's a turkey fam
Try to talk bout the leash
Yo little bitch a hound
It's a Mac in my sheets
I'm getting gully now
Writer(s): Latodd Washington
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