Blood in the Streets lyrics

[Intro: Fredo Bang]
(Ay Southside, you ran off with this one)
Ayy, 808 Mafia
This that sh*t gon’ get a n*gga hit, huh?
This that sh*t gon’ make a opp flip, huh?
Spin the block, broad day, let it rip, huh?

[Verse 1: Fredo Bang]
I don’t wanna talk, f*ck a n*gga, he a b*tch (f*ck that n*gga)
They ain't help me when I was down, now they all up on my di*k (Man, get off my di*k)
Masked up, .223s in the whip, slide quick (Brrt)
n*gga talkin’ out his neck, left his brains on the strip (Boom boom)
I ain't never trust a soul, my own blood did me wrong (f*ck ‘em)
I ain't never left the Glock, bet this b*tch gon’ send ‘em home (Bop bop)
Hunnid rounds up in the K, b*tch I’m ready for the smoke
Told my n*gga’ grab the chopper, let it sing, let it blow (Bop bop)
I don't need no new n*ggas, all my day ones tryna kill (Kill ‘em)
n*ggas snitchin’ on thеy homies just to get a bettеr deal (Rat)
Keep a fully automatic, hollow tips gon’ make ‘em squeal (Boom boom)
Told my b*tch to hold the work, if the feds come, keep it sealed (Shh)

[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo]
Even though I signed a deal, b*tch, I still be in the trenches (Still here)
Too much smoke, I can’t leave the Glock, that b*tch stay in my britches (Brrt)
n*ggas talkin’ like they gangsta till we pull up with them switches (Blrrr)
All that cappin’ on the ‘Gram, now he layin’ with the fishes (Drown)
I can’t trust no n*gga, nah, I put that on my mama (Nah)
Say it’s up, then b*tch, it’s up, we bring them choppas out like drama (Brrt)
I got racks up in my jeans, but I still spin like Osama (Spin)
If he talkin’ crazy, send his ass straight to the doctor (Boom)
[Verse 2: Pooh Shiesty]
Ayy, bluurd, I'm in that Hellcat, swervin’ through the lanes (Skrrt)
n*ggas play, we drop a body, then we slide off in the rain (Brrt)
Ain't no love up in my city, all these n*ggas want some fame (Facts)
We gon’ catch ‘em, stretch ‘em out, put that pus*y on a chain (pus*y)
My lil' homie caught a body, now he screamin' free the gang (Free ‘em)
n*ggas know just how we rockin’, if it’s smoke, we let it bang (Boom boom)
50 shots up out the MAC, hit his stomach, made him fold (Blrrt)
Told that n*gga play it smart, but now his body turnin’ cold (Ha)
Blurred, b*tch, I’m certified, these rap n*ggas sweet like candy (pus*y)
He was dissin’ on my dawg, now his face up on a banner (Ha ha)
We ain’t arguin’ with no n*gga, we just pull up with them blammers (Brrt)
b*tch, my Glock stay with a di*k, and I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no grammar (Boom)

[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo]
Even though I signed a deal, b*tch, I still be in the trenches (Still here)
Too much smoke, I can’t leave the Glock, that b*tch stay in my britches (Brrt)
n*ggas talkin’ like they gangsta till we pull up with them switches (Blrrr)
All that cappin’ on the ‘Gram, now he layin’ with the fishes (Drown)
I can’t trust no n*gga, nah, I put that on my mama (Nah)
Say it’s up, then b*tch, it’s up, we bring them choppas out like drama (Brrt)
I got racks up in my jeans, but I still spin like Osama (Spin)
If he talkin’ crazy, send his ass straight to the doctor (Boom)

[Verse 3: EST Gee]
Ayy, 100 racks up in my pocket, still'll bust a n*gga dome (Boom)
Say my n*gga’ on that mission, best believe he make it home (Facts)
Gave that boy a hundred shots, now that lil’ n*gga a clone (Cloned ‘em)
b*tch, I made it out the trenches, but my heart still made of stone (Real)
Ayy, these diamonds on my neck, they still remind me of my past (Yeah)
I done lost so many n*ggas, I can't help but want to crash (Spin)
n*ggas see me in my bag, now these n*ggas wanna hate (Hatin’)
I can get a n*gga dropped before I finish up my plate (Bop bop)
Yeah, that Draco hold a hundred, let that motherf*cker spray (Boom)
I got shooters in the cut, and they don't even wanna wait (Nah)
If we catch him out in traffic, let that FN eat his face (Brrt)
b*tch, you talkin’ like you with it, we gon’ send you to them gates (Ha ha)
[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo]
Even though I signed a deal, b*tch, I still be in the trenches (Still here)
Too much smoke, I can’t leave the Glock, that b*tch stay in my britches (Brrt)
n*ggas talkin’ like they gangsta till we pull up with them switches (Blrrr)
All that cappin’ on the ‘Gram, now he layin’ with the fishes (Drown)
I can’t trust no n*gga, nah, I put that on my mama (Nah)
Say it’s up, then b*tch, it’s up, we bring them choppas out like drama (Brrt)
I got racks up in my jeans, but I still spin like Osama (Spin)
If he talkin’ crazy, send his ass straight to the doctor (Boom)

[Outro: Fredo Bang]
Yeah, b*tch, we really steppin'
Ain't no talkin', we just pressin'
Say you with it? Why you stressin'?
Drop a bag and let ‘em stretch ‘em (Boom)
Blood in the streets, n*gga, we ain't never lackin’
Catch ‘em out in traffic, bet that Draco get to clappin' (Boom boom)