Bloody Lyrics

Ay ay

Up the score really fina up it

I'm scoring 223s catch you ducking

If it ain't money no discussion

Bitch I'm boutta hunnid

Bitch I'm boutta hunnid

And I'm only about the money

If you ain't talking business then why you talking to me

I'm scoring 223s catch you ducking

Up the score really fina up

Bitch I'm boutta hunnid

Trick I'm bout a hunnid and I'm only about the money

Look bae b this shit lovely

But would you stick around with me if it got ugly

Double duece dirty in my cup I'm sipping muddy

I can't feel a thang got me numbing

Really in the field we was thuggin

All these hoes around me I'm feeling musty

I got clientele ain't no custy

Talking all that shit now you running

You said you in the field why you front it

Suckas lame I get to sluggin

Feds rammed down the door I already flushed it

Rip my cousin they don't wanna see us up

Don't hit me for the seals I already poured it up

If the bitches bad then you know they came with us

I'm gunning I really up the sco

Dumping empty out the extendo

Been killing shit on my ratio

Don't call my phone bitch I'm in the studio

When they see me they hiding in the function

Did the race lost the cops in the junction

I Hid the work up in the attic when they rushed in

My plug called my phone said the pack touchdown

Up the score bitch I'm fina up it

Shooters aim up 223s catch you duckin

All these bitches around me I'm feeling musty

But still regardless I keep it a hunnid dawg

Keep it a hunnid dawg

Keep it a hunnid dawg