Blood Bruvas lyrics

[Intro: Lil Buckss]
Go
Lil Buckets, I got points
(Mvmbo)
It's a green light
Go, runnin' point
f*ck a go, it's a green light
CCK in this b*tch, go, go
Go, Backseat Boy, go, go
You know that's a green light
Boaw

[Verse 1: Lil Buckss & Leaf Ward]
Headshot, make sure you do it right (Boaw-boaw)
Lift up your burner, they can't catch the rappers at no light (Lift up your burner)
You see that target? We want him, my n*gga shoot precise (I want him)
Don't speak on what we did, we might get triple life (Shh)
I learned my lesson 'cause my brother turned to f*ckin' mice (That n*gga ratted)
Bro makin' keys for the Trackhawk, b*tch, we ridin' strike
SRT, b*tch, I'm yackin', di*ked them troopers twice
If you get caught for that sh*t, you bet' not f*ckin' bite (Bet' not bite)
If you get caught for that sh*t, you bet' not bite the cheese (Bite the cheese)
I got money, I used to had holes in my sneaks (I got guap)
I turned to get money n*gga, f*ckin' up the streets (Get money n*gga)
I paid five hundred for my hat, a stack for my sneaks (A stack for my sneaks)
My b*tch bad too, my b*tch so elite (My b*tch bad)
Before I bought my b*tch Celine, I bought my brothers P's (I supply)
It's f*cked up, I skipped school just to run the streets (I skip school)
It's f*cked up 'cause n*ggas dyin' if they mention me (n*ggas dyin')
And I'm only 19, been through a lot of sh*t (Been through a lot of sh*t)
But if I go broke, I'm doin' all kinds of sh*t (I'm doin' all kinds of sh*t)
I might have a bank full of hostages (Have a bank)
But I won't sneak my brother, that is not my gene
[Verse 2: Leaf Ward]
Only time you brought the mop to that block, y'all n*ggas still slip (n*ggas still slip)
We know n*ggas dyin' from that drank, n*ggas still sippin' (n*ggas still sippin')
Bro said, "Leaf, please, stay out them V's, bro, you the mill' ticket" (Bro, you the mill' ticket)
I told bro, "Don't kill him, stall him out for me", he still did it (He ain't listen to me)
I told him I got him but I lied, he upset with me
Ummi said he ain't your blood, he is, he got some wreck with me (Got some wreck with him)
Lady, your baby was actin' crazy, respectfully
Is everybody with you really with that sh*t? Definitely
Million dollar n*gga in that V like I ain't worth none
How the f*ck is he the biggest opp and he ain't hurt none?
He the only boy left, they over cooked her first son (Fried up her first baby)
He came in with two, lil' bro never got his first one
Got rich with my first run, n*ggas can't stand it with me (n*ggas can't stand it with me)
I be in the bitty with some body snatchin' bandits with me (I got some body snatchin' bandits with me)
When we on the road I make sure my best jammer with me
You ain't gotta ask, I never knock, my hammer with me
Leafy like Thor, made my whole supply of war (Made my whole supply of war)
Every time a n*gga slip, we nailed him to the floor (Nailed him to the floor)
Bro countin' with his toes, he said he want more (Want more)
I'ma 302 his ass he get one more (One more)

[Verse 3: OT7 Quanny]
I counted two hundred in cash all by myself (By myself)
pus*y, I hope that you lack 'cause you gon' get the belt (Get the f*ckin' belt)
How the f*ck you burned the bridge and then you tryna come back?
Only time you call my phone is when I post them racks (When I post them f*ckin' racks)
Pull up in that Benzo, yeah, this the latest one (Latest one)
You said you need a bird then we can make you one (Make you one)
When it was game time, you n*ggas played the bench (You n*ggas played the bench)
You ain't never did none but rap'gangsta sh*t (Rap all this f*ckin' gangsta sh*t)
Before I wrote a rap, I had my jack rollin' (I had my jack rollin')
n*gga, I was in the projects with them crack smokers (Trap or die)
You know it's do or die and real shooters slide (Real shooters slide)
They kept sayin' he was savage, dude in the sky (f*ck that n*gga)
Rule number one, n*gga never break (You never tell)
My youngin tryna go, he on the second face (Second one)
Real big dawg, these n*ggas featherweight (The real big dawg)
I'm the youngest turnt up, let's set the record straight (The youngest turnt)
I go get a bag before I hit the booth (Trap or die)
Way before I wrote a rap, yeah, I knew how to shoot (I knew how to shoot)
Ran me up a bag, gave him the sad face
I can't name the last time these n*ggas had pape' (You had some money)
I bet you I score you in this fast break (I bet you I score)
Forty-four floor, two hundred dollar crab cakes (Yeah, yop)
[Outro: OT7 Quanny]
Uh-huh, yeah
Uh-huh, yeah