[Intro]
Say blood, heh-heh, what's happening?
What you need blood? I got what you need (Pusha man nigga!)
Go around this corner with me real quick (ohh!)
(Fuck you thought?) Oh shit, watch out for thug (Pusha man nigga!)
Man you got to be cool blood
Gotta feel you right here, niggas down for whatever
[Verse 1]
Everybody's so gangsta gangsta, tell me how you do it
Keep the façade that real when you not that real, that's real!
The strip is hot so I don't hear my foes beefin
That's telling me that I bought all these burners for no reason
Come, get me thug I walk with a mini teeny-tiny eeny-weeny snub
And real niggas give me love
Besides, don't make me feel like you threaten my life God (why?)
I go and cop something that only come with a Tripod
(And the) Old school is puff puff, pass the spark up
And white kids got high, off of magic marker
Back when 40s was liquor (but now) now shorties is bigger
They wanna be down, y'all wannabe clowns, get a grip homes
Blasting the tool, you out of character dude
You not a felon or rider, you a fellow subscriber
Who is you telling them lies to, don't push it to a limit
To mimic you benefiting to what, the gimmicks up, BLAH
Say blood, heh-heh, what's happening?
What you need blood? I got what you need (Pusha man nigga!)
Go around this corner with me real quick (ohh!)
(Fuck you thought?) Oh shit, watch out for thug (Pusha man nigga!)
Man you got to be cool blood
Gotta feel you right here, niggas down for whatever
[Verse 1]
Everybody's so gangsta gangsta, tell me how you do it
Keep the façade that real when you not that real, that's real!
The strip is hot so I don't hear my foes beefin
That's telling me that I bought all these burners for no reason
Come, get me thug I walk with a mini teeny-tiny eeny-weeny snub
And real niggas give me love
Besides, don't make me feel like you threaten my life God (why?)
I go and cop something that only come with a Tripod
(And the) Old school is puff puff, pass the spark up
And white kids got high, off of magic marker
Back when 40s was liquor (but now) now shorties is bigger
They wanna be down, y'all wannabe clowns, get a grip homes
Blasting the tool, you out of character dude
You not a felon or rider, you a fellow subscriber
Who is you telling them lies to, don't push it to a limit
To mimic you benefiting to what, the gimmicks up, BLAH
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