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Blood & Crip
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Rylo Rodriguez
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(Chorus) Point that Draco to his noggin, squeeze Pop 'em if you bout that life That n***a tote Glocks in penitentiary Same thing as a pocket Knife Trap but we don't get indited Knock your d**k up in the dirt Wait for your brother dead, Put that b*t*h up on a shirt I know n***as not bout gunplay I'm focused we all gotta die one day Red, blue bullet tips My gun Blood and Crips This a FN (what you do) 30 all my pistol Don't you call me twin, Cause I wanna f**k your sista' (Verse 1) What the murder weapon was? Was a 38 ( what it is?) Don't you call me bout no b*t*h, I got 38 (I go 38) I be ballin' on this b*t*h like the NBA (Like the Nba) I know I can leave this b*t*h now anyday Cause a n***a might wanna do me something bad for what though I don't know if it's Paper, Jealousy, a n***a donе hit his hoe (hit his hoe) We don't givе n***as gap, We give 'em halos (halos) Pull up trap house mmhh mmhh, Usain Bolt Look at them, look at us Them n***as drownin' we ain't in the same boat (No) 30 on a charm Imma goat if i seen lil shawty my addy, It's gone bring her to a farm Two-toned rolly, White gold rolly I was too alarmed ( I got Two Arms) It's easy to say you love me You say ashy we bout to get covers (cover for his weak ass) I'm from where they rob they own brother Any youngins steal from they mothers Most died with they cuttas We ain't shootin without a [?] (Chorus) Point that Draco to his noggin, squeeze Pop 'em if you bout that life That n***a tote Glocks in penitentiary Same thing as a pocket Knife Trap but we don't get indited Knock your d**k up in the dirt Wait for your brother dead, Put that b*t*h up on a shirt I know n***as not bout gunplay I'm focused we all gotta die one day Red, blue bullet tips My gun Blood and Crips This a FN (what you do) 30 all my pistol Don't you call me twin, Cause I wanna f**k your sista' (Verse 2) Blue rag, Red rag, Black flag, Ski mask Lay em down n***a came through bussin' we had to air it out (had to air it) His momma hate 'em poppin percocet and hide his guns His n***as love 'em, so for them he always down to ride The opps love Kel Tecs, I wonder why I ain't killed yet The opps tote yopsticks, why my blood ain't got mopped yet 8 in belly so I coulda bought a pair amiris Free Lil duke he finna touch down like hail mary Glock ain't got no safety b*t*h I'm Eric Berry This b*t*h a Jalen Ramsey Got the drop on him like, I just got booked for a show Woke up scratch a name out my list like I'm Derrick Rose (Chorus) Point that Draco to his noggin, squeeze Pop 'em if you bout that life That n***a tote Glocks in penitentiary Same thing as a pocket Knife Trap but we don't get indited Knock your d**k up in the dirt Wait for your brother dead, Put that b*t*h up on a shirt I know n***as not bout gunplay I'm focused we all gotta die one day Red, blue bullet tips My gun Blood and Crips This a FN (what you do) 30 all my pistol Don't you call me twin, Cause I wanna f**k your sista'
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