BloodClot ft. T1C3 Capone Lyrics

We clog arteries, blood clot slaughtering

Keep a stick up kid, strong robbery

Real estate, the money, no monopoly

See these haters and these critics, ain't no knockin' me

We clog arteries, blood clot slaughtering

Keep a stick up kid, strong robbery

Real estate, the money, no monopoly

See these haters and these critics, ain't no knockin' me

Still climbin' to the top of the highest peak Lamborghini, same color as a tangerine

Big bangin' on these tracks like tambourines

Clip longer than your sleeves, make it hard to breathe

She the girl of your dreams, get played like strings

I'm from the city by the sea, Long Beach

Murder spree for the cheese, keep a long heat

By any means, clear the scene, waist deep

Keep it in my jeans, one tucked in the seat

Two Desert E's, squeeze, call them siamese

Blowing pine trees, eyes lookin' Chinese

Kush and the gangrene, bag of nosebleed

Cherries moving stampede, hot as trapeze Been shittin' on these niggas, kinda gassy

Call ya Pappy to Clap him and GladWrap him

Jaw jabbin, no grabbin, straight trappin Mathematics

We clog arteries, blood clot slaughtering

Keep a stick up kid, strong robbery

Real estate, the money, no monopoly

See these haters and these critics, ain't no knockin' me

We clog arteries, blood clot slaughtering

Keep a stick up kid, strong robbery

Real estate, the money, no monopoly

See these haters and these critics, ain't no knockin' me

I'm not even asking no more, you gotta give me that

I'm known for making two out of one, like doing simple math

That's double up, since a youngin' been reppin' money up

We stay away from suckas, and niggas that's on that funny stuff

They talkin' tough, but still knowin' that they can't touch us

Steady droppin heat, boi we burn it up more than Usher

Breakfast with the runners, countin' hundreds till my thumbs hurt

Grinding, still excited from daily increasing numbers

Music uplifting people when stress be takin' em under

I'm old school, like Impalas bouncin' on gold Daytons

I'm Johnny Cash, and this beat is feelin' like old Vegas Head stashed full of OGs, nigga, original gangstas

No pushin' p, but we always gon' keep it playa Finna bottle all my sauce so you haters have it for later

It's wartime, see ain't no mercy for you lames

We finna hit these streets, see what you bitch niggas is made of

We clog arteries, blood clot slaughtering

Keep a stick up kid, strong robbery

Real estate, the money, no monopoly

See these haters and these critics, ain't no knockin' me

We clog arteries, blood clot slaughtering

Keep a stick up kid, strong robbery

Real estate, the money, no monopoly

See these haters and these critics, ain't no knockin' me