Give Em Hell

(Bloublood, you know what I'm sayin'?)

We give 'em hell, boy

We give 'em hell, boy

We give 'em hell, boy

It's all 'bout the money, boy

I slide with this money, boy

My partner got dog food and he servin' y'all boys

I'm in a slime mood, like tic-tac-toe, I X your boy

I'm rockin' Bally with no socks

I don't go back and forth with her, boy, she gone tomorrow

And when I walk in, I smell like Baccarat and Zaza

And with this trend, I'm the teacher, niggas gettin' taught (woah, woah, woah)

They don't even know, I ain't had nothin', nigga, for real

Been gettin' caught up with these hoes, nah, for real

And before the fame, nigga, I was always drillin'

I'ma leave a stain on the block like I bleached it (yeah)

And the Maybach got hydraulics, you hear it screechin' (woah)

I'm just manifestin' (woah), and certain shit, I cannot speak it (woah, woah)

And my partner blow that fire, it's loud like a speaker

I'm not playin' with none of y'all young niggas, my drip is lethal

I'm a product of my environment, yeah, I fucked up some millions

I got hunger, I'm on that grind, so I'ma get some more millions

We two different people, but you blindfolded, you can't see what I'm seein'

I bet all fifties, stay with a passport, nigga, I'm livin'

We give 'em hell, boy (woo)

We give 'em hell, boy (woo, woo)

We give 'em hell, boy (woo, woo, woo)

It's all 'bout the money, boy

I slide with this money, boy

My partner got dog food and he servin' y'all boys

I'm in a slime mood, like tic-tac-toe, I X your boy

I'm rockin' Bally with no socks

I don't go back and forth with her, boy, she gone tomorrow

And when I walk in, I smell like Baccarat and Zaza

And with this trend, I'm the teacher, niggas gettin' taught

Air Force 1s, no socks, I got a button on this Glock (grrah)

I took a trip to LA, ridin' with a fifty, this not a prop (no cap)

And I'm sippin', stars up in the ceilin', you gon' think the roof missin' (Culli')

This a red Goyard, but the inside look Crippin' (Gotit)

Money spread (Top Chef), bet this ho open her legs (uh)

Bro put that pape' on your head, you know that you dead, we fill you with lead (spin him)

Geeked up, can't hear what you said, she shakin' her ass, I'm shakin' my dreads (turnt up)

I flooded my bitch, I flooded my wrist, ice, get you a sled (ski)

Fly overseas, need a Xan', I know that you dig what I'm sayin' (yeah)

I bet she go for a grand, Turks, my feet in the sand (baby)

G on a pill and I'm gone (Gotit), I'm on they ass like a thong (Gotit)

Outside, we never go home (thot boy), run that back every time zone

We give 'em hell, boy

We give 'em hell, boy

We give 'em hell, boy

It's all 'bout the money, boy

I slide with this money, boy

My partner got dog food and he servin' y'all boys

I'm in a slime mood, like tic-tac-toe, I X your boy

I'm rockin' Bally with no socks

I don't go back and forth with her, boy, she gone tomorrow

And when I walk in, I smell like Baccarat and Zaza

And with this trend, I'm the teacher, niggas gettin' taught (woah, woah, woah)