Bloody Tears lyrics

[Intro: BigBankBandz]
Huh, you know
9inewaves again?
You know what I'm sayin', we was deep up in them trenches, yeah
But n*ggas weren't dumb, n*ggas were intelligent
You know what I'm sayin', huh

[Chorus: BigBankBandz]
We was deep up in them trenches but intelligent (Huh)
A lot of robbing, a lot of killing going on, I seen hell of it (Huh)
She say she feel good up inside when she hug me (She did)
I can't put you on for free, lil' n*gga, you don't love me
Call the shots, yeah, I'm a boss, that's some' that you should be
Open up and talk, don't be scared of me, baby (Don't be scared of me)
I think that you special, spend a bag on you, baby
Throw it back and f*ck it up, prepared for it, baby

[Verse 1: BigBankBandz]
Turn my self up, think I owe you some', you can suck a di*k
Why you all up in yo' feelings worried 'bout b*tches I ain't hit? (Why you worried?)
I been grinding, yeah, whole lotta years for this sh*t (Whole lotta years)
I done put a lot of blood, sweat and tears in this sh*t (Blood, sweat and tears)
Who the f*ck is you tell me that I don't deserve this sh*t? (Who the f*ck is you?)
The same n*ggas I did sh*t for throw my name in dirt and sh*t
If it's up then it's stuck, yeah, the sh*t is permanent (The sh*t is stuck)
Told my pops we in this sh*t for life, this sh*t is permanent
Jewels jingling on my neck like a Christmas ornament
Say she want it, it's expensive, I tell her just order it
I was so high, drunk my soda, I forgot to pour in it
Foreign denim on my body, you ain't never heard of this (Nope)
I got money, I get hell of it
Smoking gas, inhaling it
Don't know how I'm coming, well, just listen 'cause I'm telling it (Listen)
Told my b*tch, "Stop tripping, girl, we locked, know you Heaven-sent" (Girl, stop tripping)
You can't trick me out my spot because I'm too intelligent
[Chorus: BigBankBandz]
We was deep up in them trenches but intelligent
A lot of robbing, a lot of killing going on, I seen hell of it (Huh)
She say she feel good up inside when she hug me (She did)
I can't put you on for free, lil' n*gga, you don't love me
Call the shots, yeah, I'm a boss, that's some' that you should be
Open up and talk, don't be scared of me, baby (Don't be scared of me)
I think that you special, spend a bag on you, baby (Spend a bag)
Throw it back and f*ck it up, prepared for it, baby

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
I played that field like a punch sack, I'ma touch back
If it's up, n*gga, f*ck that, you get dumped at
It was ugly, couldn't touch me, you couldn't touch Max
All this money, you don't f*ck with me 'cause I touch racks
You ain't never touch Neiman's, never touched Sacks (Uh-uh)
Never touch no Boas, never touch gats (No gats, pus*y)
Ran through all them hoes, go look up the facts
We f*cked all the Rats (Uh), we f*cked all the Nats (Uh)
I don't got no phone, I'm not calling back (Uh-uh)
I don't got no home, swerve a rolling stone (Go)
Got it all alone, I didn't take no loans (You know that)
I stay low, don't f*ck with rappers, I don't want no songs, b*tch

[Chorus: BigBankBandz]
We was deep up in them trenches but intelligent
A lot of robbing, a lot of killing going on, I seen hell of it (Huh)
She say she feel good up inside when she hug me (She did)
I can't put you on for free, lil' n*gga, you don't love me
Call the shots, yeah, I'm a boss, that's some' that you should be
Open up and talk, don't be scared of me, baby (Don't be scared of me)
I think that you special, spend a bag on you, baby (Spend a bag)
Throw it back and f*ck it up, prepared for it, baby