Blood On My Name

[Intro]
(What up, Savage?)
Ain't gon' worry 'bout it, nigga
Yeah, we ain't gon' worry about it
What else, Boom?

[Chorus]
You can make that music that you shake your ass to (I ain't on that shit, nigga)
I'ma make that music that you blow your mag to (Yeah)
Go suit up, go get busy (Okay), go suit up, tweak the city (Come on)
They know it's blood on my name, they gotta come correctly (Yop, yop, don't worry 'bout it)
You can make that music that you shake your ass to (What else?)
I'ma make that music that you blow your mag to (Ghetto)
Go suit up, go get busy (Huh?), go suit up, tweak the city (Come on, nigga)
They know it's blood on my name, they gotta come correctly (What else?)

[Verse 1]
Niggas say I'm dead, so my time gettin' shorter (Oh yeah)
Crazy part about it, they ain't ready, on my mama (I'm tryna tеll you)
Niggas bitches, you the type of nigga shoot shit from thе corner (Soft-ass nigga)
You don't want nobody dead, fuck you doin', tryna warn 'em? (Lame-ass nigga)
Drop a lo', put it on the floor, I pull up by myself (Huh? They know)
All these niggas do is talk a lot, they beggin' for attention (Soft-ass niggas)
Who is you? How you beef with Ghetto Baby and he don't know you? (I don't know you, nigga, fuck is wrong with y'all niggas?)
You the type to see him out and won't say nothin' (Lame-ass nigga)
Ghetto type to see you out and get to blowin' all in public (They know, yop, yop, nigga)
If it's up there, it's stuck there, it ain't no point in talkin'
I get money by my lonely, give a fuck who fuckin' with me (Yup)
If it ain't about a dollar, I can't even comprehend you (Don't worry 'bout it)

[Chorus]
You can make that music that you shake your ass to (That's what you on, huh?)
I'ma make that music that you blow your mag to (Yah, yop)
Go suit up, go get busy (Come on), go suit up, tweak the city (Don't worry 'bout it)
They know it's blood on my name, they gotta come correctly (I'm tellin' you)
You can make that music that you shake your ass to (Faggot-ass nigga)
I'ma make that music that you blow your mag to (I'm tellin' you)
Go suit up, go get busy (Yop), go suit up, tweak the city (Don't worry 'bout it)
They know it's blood on my name, they gotta come correctly (Real robbers, nigga)

[Verse 2]
You can make that music that's gon' get your people killed, huh
Caught one to the opp, yop, all that playin', that's what you get, hmm
Now, bitch, come and fuck a pit, huh, come suck a dick
I thought I told you, baby, we the realest it's gon' get
Hmm, them niggas actin' like they spin, them niggas ain't on shit
She like the way I switch it up, she like the way I drip
She keep on tryna hit my 'Wood, I'm like, "This Woody 'dem"
He keep on tryna hit my 'Wood, I'm like, "You good, nigga?"

[Chorus]
You can make that music that you shake your ass to (I ain't on that shit, nigga)
I'ma make that music that you blow your mag to (Yeah)
Go suit up, go get busy (Okay), go suit up, tweak the city (Come on)
They know it's blood on my name, they gotta come correctly (Yop, yop, don't worry 'bout it)
You can make that music that you shake your ass to (What else?)
I'ma make that music that you blow your mag to (Ghetto)
Go suit up, go get busy (Huh?), go suit up, tweak the city (Come on, nigga)
They know it's blood on my name, they gotta come correctly, nigga