Rocco did it again

Oh this bitch recordin'?

That's crazy

Hah, yeah, slatt

You know, uh, whole lot of gang shit

Baow, graow, baow, graow, blatt

Uh, slatt, slatt, hold up, uh, uh, slatt, uh

Blood, uh, baby, this the blood, uh, huh

I don't use my hands, I let the blood talk, huh

.223's and Maxi make you blood walk

I can make any nigga hit the crip wal

Crip walk, I'ma let my hip talk

Put a .40 with the dicky, gotta kill up y'all

Clean, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

And the clip is see-ee-ee through

What all do you want from me?

AR's and them .223's

****in' 'round with me, you see

I'm hot, on 500 degrees

Heard he caught a body

Well that does not mean shit to me

Got two on me, got two on me

Blood Gang, yeah, suwoop on me

Detrimental

Me and Glokk all on your instrumental

I kill a nigga and it really wasn't coincidenta

Stop all that flaggin' shit , you really on that actin' shit

No, I ain't with no cappin' shit and I ain't on no rappin' shit

No lackin', bitch, you know it ain't no lackin', bitch

I check in a blood nigga like, "Ayy mane, what's brackin', bitch

I'm two floors up on you nigga

I'm two floors up on you nigga, yeah

What all do you want from me?

AR's and them .223's

****in' 'round with me, you see

I'm hot, on 500 degrees

Heard he caught a body

Well that does not mean shit to me

Got two on me, got two on me

Blood Gang, yeah, suwoop on me

I'm like blatt (Uh-huh), we don't never play, he get whacked, like

Tryna find his face, ain't no trace, ain't comin' back

G-Nine, Mister Two-Glocks, just bought a MAC (Oh yeah)

A MAC for your face, lil', we gon' rearrange your cap (Come here)

One foot in the industry and one foot in the trap

Invite that nigga to my bloodline, I treat him like my stra

'Cause 'bout me he'll take a nigga's feet off the ma

Big B's 'til I'm sleep, push a P, he get clapped

Two guns, that's the twin Glocks, I roger that part

Colder than a bitch 'cause the bitch froze at that

Like apostrophe, Google forgot a comma in the back

Say I'm worth 250K, we can bet a trey on that, n**ga

What all do you want from me?

AR's and them .223's

****in' 'round with me, you see

I'm hot, on 500 degrees

Heard he caught a body

Well that does not mean shit to me

Got two on me, got two on me

Blood Gang, yeah, suwoop on me

Big blatts like suwoop, yeah

What you want? What do you want?

Ayy ayy, big sticks for a punk, yeah, mmh

What is, what is shit

Yeah, uh, ayy, ayy, big blatts 'cause I bleed, yeah

Mhm, what he on, what he breathe? Yeah

Ayy ayy, I'm pushin' P's, he pushin' P's, yeah

Yeah, what it is and what it ain't, mh

Ayy ayy, like a skunk, we leave him stank