Текст песни
Blood gang bangin' on the block like what Red rack swing when the hoes set up
Move that weight, keep the 40 tucked Talk that shit and you might get touched
Blood gang ridin' every day, no bluff We don't ever fold, bitch, we built too tough
Red flag hangin' off the right, bitch, you know I bang On the curb with my dime, who's
Lettin' motherfuckers know the name Yaks on concrete hot, but the 40 hotter when
It's sane Every corner got a story by the homie who
Never came We was raised on that block smoke, pistol
Grips, plot mode Watchin' for the cops, slow, servin' on the
Potholes Hood full of politics, red rags like a gospel
Enemies tall out to that muzzle flash, stop the hoes
Blood gang bangin' on the block like what Red rack swing when the hoes set up
Move that weight, keep the 40 tucked Talk that shit and you might get touched
Blood gang ridin' every day, no bluff We don't ever fold, bitch, we built too tough
Bitch, we built too tough
Blood gang postin' hunnid deep when the night hits
Homies movin' packs so fast, it look like light shifts
Real hitters with me, not them IG hype pics We don't do the type when we do gas, messin
Tight Grips, I done bled for this turd, lost homies
To the dirt Seen fools claim to set the fold up when
They hurt I seen bro catch a face so bad he couldn't
Talk first We don't tolerate shit, disrespect gettin
Reimbursed Blood gang bangin' on the block like what
Red rack swing when the hoes set up Move that weight, keep the 40 tucked
Talk that shit and you might get touched Blood gang ridin' every day, no bluff
We don't ever fold, bitch, we built too tough Bitch, we built too tough
I'm on the app with a burner and a cold ass stare
Red laces draggin, bitch, I earned every pair
We park crooked like the block don't care Fiends at the fence beggin' me to come near
Got the yo-yo in the bushes, got the chop in the hatch
Got a homie on the lookout in case suckas try to match
Got a bitch rollin' blunts, got another count stacks
This the life of a blood, no breaks, all facts
Blood gang bangin' on the block like what Red rack swing when the hoes set up
Move that weight, keep the 40 tucked Talk that shit and you might get touched
Blood gang ridin' every day, no bluff We don't ever fold, bitch, we built too tough
Bitch, we built too tough
Blood gang steppin, we parade like a war line
Shooters in the cup, movin' silent like a chalk line
If the task hit the spot, we gon' dip before the fourth chime
We don't ever panic, that's what separates the poor spine
Raised by OGs who don't smile unless the mission done
You ain't never seen pressure till you pressed with a remnant ten
You ain't never lost sleep, knowin' death a second from
Slidin' down your block with no mask, just adrenaline
Blood gang bangin' on the block like what Red rack swing when the hoes set up
Move that weight, keep the 40 tucked Talk that shit and you might get touched
Blood gang ridin' every day, no bluff We don't ever fold, bitch, we built too tough
Bitch, we built too tough
Red gloves on, ski mask in the trunk space
Enemies talk tough till they see a real blood face
Catch him at the light, let the whole fuckin' drum shake
Leave him slurped on the wheel like he losin' to a lunch break
This a set, motherfucker, loyalty or get clipped
We don't do half-steppin, we don't do slick shit
Homie took five and still didn't say shit That's a dime, move hard, that's what makes it click thick
Blood gang bangin' on the block like what Red rack swing when the hoes set up
Move that weight, keep the 40 tucked Talk that shit and you might get touched
Blood gang ridin' every day, no bluff We don't ever fold, bitch, we built too tough
Bitch, we built too tough