Blood 4 Banks

[Intro]
(Is that Young 3?)

[Verse]
Them niggas drop and fall, they in it together, we killing them all
The bitch keep sayin' she love me, I can't even feel it 'cause I keep on taking these drugs
Nigga you said you a killer, but left your brother out there he was needing his dog, nigga
I got a bad bitch showin' me love and I don't even know how to talk
Dragging him down to hell, he wasn't even goin' 'cause this nigga was scared of the dark
2hot, bail out with the switch broad day while Baby was swingin' the K
Love the Glock 23 with the switch on the back, but love how that chopper sangin' on Kris
They sayin' they murdered, that shit just a act, they ain't never see blood or brains
Ridin' with shots and a Drac', don't get caught in the middle, they know we spill blood for Banks
Jump out, flaming a nigga, don't stand a crowd, you niggas better get out the way
I'm ready to pop out as soon as he turn now we gon' heat up his face
They know it get hot out, even in winter, I still was outside when it rained
Bringing the racks out, nigga, I hit and back down, they don't wanna feel this pain
I'm up now, they like Sosa calm down nigga, I'm bringing the flame
Still a jump out, even if I get rich, the opps ain't getting a break
It's a switch on the pound, the chopper fully, you might see blood today
We swing out doors this way
A bitch nigga fall, he seein' the morgue today
You niggas can't be like me, I'm too elite, I think I was born this way
Ain't droppin' the tint, they tryna get us for bodies, they takin' my brothers away
And I been on shit, we came up from robbin' lil' nigga, we the ones slimed the snakes
Bounce out the V and chase, nigga said what? He meetin' his grave
Every time I hit the blunt, I'm seein' his soul, I know who that is by his face
We hittin' that block in matte black Rolls tinted, that's how you body a gang
I'm in my bag, she ain't see Lil Sosa in a minute and she already callin' me back
I don't give a fuck what they say or talk about I already know niggas hatin'
You don't wanna see two killers bail out the black truck, bullets start hitting the pavement
I don't got time for that shit, my bitch can act up, she just be wanting attention
And I'm in a truck with two micro Drac's and bows in back of the Sprinter
I really be hating you broke-ass hoes, you always wanna get in y'all feelings
I'm bringing this shit back like I'm the hero, but nigga, I hang with the villains
I'm cold like ice, they take my swag, that's why I be fucking y'all bitches
Bro pouring a pint, I'm giving him gas, these niggas just hate how I'm living
We put a button on a 23, tryna go cook a opp
We spinning blocks and paintin' it red, this shit won't never stop
Before we cry and drop a tear, nigga, we make blood drop
My ears don't pop no more, it became normal hearin' gunshots