Blood Sell Coke

[Intro]
Blood, Blood Money the boss (Brra)
Yeah, shots fired
Ain't no movie fuck niggas in mafia (61st Indiana)
GBE, savages, 300 (Amsterdam, 61st Indiana)
Huh, huh (Let's get it, squad)
I don't know how to loose nigga (Yeah)
Squad, squad

[Chorus]
Some niggas sell weed, some niggas sell dope
Blood sell coke, just to let you know
You can catch me out and arrest me on 61st behind the store
Just behind the store, just behind the store
Run up on me if you want it nigga, I'm gon' let it blow
I'm gon' let it blow, I'm gon' let it blow
Fuck a trap, I ran out, I just call and get some more
Call and get some more, call and get somе more

[Verse 1]
I wouldn't give a motherfuck you, if you was Flukеy Stokes nephew
Play me on my paper, I'ma blast you
Lay a nigga flat, like a tattoo
Snatch him out his vehicle, jack move
Try me, I'ma wack you
Front$treet, Blood Money, certified trapper
9 cars, one summer, I am not a rapper
I can shake it up and package it and make it happen
Gettin' away from cops, high speeding off in traffic
Laughin' at you haters, any beef and I'm attackin'
Shootin' and drivin', no crashin', mashin'
Cop money lookin' like taxes
Bags like aspirin, wider than a napkin
Hypes, I'm harassin', blocks I'm attackin'
Try me if you wanna, short me and I'm spazzin'
Bitch I run the Chi, from Chiraq, to Asia
Bitch I run the Chi, from Chiraq, back to Asia

[Chorus]
Some niggas sell weed, some niggas sell dope
Blood sell coke, just to let you know
You can catch me out and arrest me on 61st behind the store
Just behind the store, just behind the store
Run up on me if you want it nigga, I'm gon' let it blow
I'm gon' let it blow, I'm gon' let it blow
Fuck a trap, I ran out, I just call and get some more
Call and get some more, call and get some more

[Verse 2]
I put this on my momma, I got niggas killin' on command like Obama
Broad day, chrome K, everybody gunned up
January third but it's feelin' like the summer
Pullin' up in black trucks, all my niggas strapped up
DayDay got them MACs up, waitin' on you to act up
FMG relax ya, nigga I will vax you
If you holdin' and you know it, bitch we gotta tax ya
You ain't gotta pay though, Tadoe on my payroll
Pull up in that Audi, jump out wildin' "Brra", take those
Bond money you A-hole, Sosa got that bankroll
Wack rappers you can't blow, rich nigga like Alpo
Bitch with me went out though, bricks all on my house floor
Niggas know what I'm bout tho, trap talk, my spouse know
Pair of shoes that's ounce tho, I don't even gotta count though
Call me with that count hoe, bitch nigga you Sisqó, blowin' gas like citgo

[Chorus]
Some niggas sell weed, some niggas sell dope
Blood sell coke, just to let you know
You can catch me out and arrest me on 61st behind the store
Just behind the store, just behind the store
Run up on me if you want it nigga, I'm gon' let it blow
I'm gon' let it blow, I'm gon' let it blow
Fuck a trap, I ran out, I just call and get some more
Call and get some more, call and get some more