Short Lil b*tch lyrics

[Intro: Blood Money]
Ace Bankz on the track
Glo Gang (Turn my headphones up)
Blood (Squad)
Turn up, squad
Turn up
Where you finna go, man? (Check it out)
You wanna go with me? (You probably don't want)
You might as well, you gon' Glo up one day, man (G-G-U-O-D)
Today gon' be your day, shorty

[Chorus: Blood Money]
Met a short lil b*tch so bad she prolly a dyke (Damn what?)
She'll go for the Glo and she know we got dough like Mike (Like Mike)
Won't cuff that b*tch, don't trust that b*tch got pipe (Boom, banger)
Say her baby daddy crazy, he ain't really about no fightin' (What? What he about?)
Run up on Blood, I'ma kill a n*gga dead on site (Grrah)
Got big guap on me, catch a body, bond out same night (Grrah, bang)
I'ma treat that b*tch by doin' dumb sh*t I don't like (Huh what?)
Pulled up blowin' dope in a white Q7 on white (7 on white)
Met a short lil b*tch so bad she prolly a dyke (Damn, damn)
She'll go for the Glo and she know we got dough like Mike (Ya already know)
Won't cuff that b*tch, don't trust that b*tch got pipe (Bah, got a Ruger though)
Say her baby daddy crazy, he ain't really about no fightin' (f*ck him, boom)
Run up on Blood, I'ma kill a n*gga dead on site (Boom, grrah, boom boom)
Got big guap on me, catch a body, bond out same night (Huh? Bands)
I'ma treat that b*tch by doin' dumb sh*t I don't like (Huh, I'm already man, f*ck her)
Pulled up blowin' dope in a white Q7 on white (7 on white)
[Verse 1: Blood Money]
You can tell a opp n*gga look dirty (Look dirty)
See the Glo n*ggas, get nervous (Nervous)
Twelve gauges and thirties (Thirties)
Twenty-five thousand for a version (For a verse)
Black silk sheets, they Persian (Persian)
Keep dope stash in detergent (Damn)
Lookin' for a lick, got guns and bricks
I'ma leave a n*gga dead no worries (No worries)
Money only thing I'ma marry (Marry)
Like bald head pus*y, no hairy (Yeah)
Got a big guap on me and bad lil b*tch
She remind me of Hally Berry (Hally)
But money only thing I'ma marry (I'ma marry)
I got a AK same height KayKay
On JayJay, y'all n*ggas look scared (b*tch)
Buy a suit, mo'f*ckas gettin' buried (Get buried)
I'ma shoot 'fore I let a n*gga nail me (Nah)
What the f*ck a broke n*gga gon' tell me? (Nothin')
Ain't sh*t a broke n*gga won't sell me (Nothin')
Q7 pulled up they bailin' (What?)
We wack a n*gga homie they tellin' (Hell nah)
Everybody in the squad got felons (Felons)
How many guns on deck? No tellin' (Nah)

[Chorus: Blood Money]
Look, met a short lil b*tch so bad she prolly a dyke (Damn)
She'll go for the Glo and she know we got dough like Mike (Like Mike)
Won't cuff that b*tch, don't trust that b*tch got pipe (Boom)
Say her baby daddy crazy, he ain't really about no fightin' (What? What he about?)
Run up on Blood, I'ma kill a n*gga dead on site (Grrah)
Got big guap on me, catch a body, bond out same night (Grrah)
I'ma treat that b*tch by doin' dumb sh*t I don't like (Huh)
Pulled up blowin' dope in a white Q7 on white (7 on white)
[Verse 2: Capo]
Sayin' baby daddy crazy, that n*gga ain't about no fightin'
Tryna prove through some money that you are in the streets
f*ck n*gga, you ain't about that life, you ain't about that life
We done lost Odee, J Money, White White, it ain't right, sh*t ain't right
I remember on the block late night, n*gga had to tote pipes, had to tote them pipes
f*ck n*gga run up on the Glo then he gon' lose his life, he gon' lose his life
Pull up at the light, lovey-dovey, smoke him and his wife, take both they life
Got a thot in LA who keep callin' I might book her a flight, don't know if I might
And if I ever see a opp, I'ma smoke the f*ck n*gga on sight, DooWop take his life
Baby, I ain't tryna cuff, I just want top and want one night for the rest of my life
Stay ridin' with the Glock, I ain't no stain, man, I cherish my life, I cherish my life
She'll go for the Glo and she know we got dough like Mike, got dough like Mike
Put one in his head if a n*gga try to take my ice, you ain't taking my ice

[Chorus: Blood Money]
Met a short lil b*tch so bad she prolly a dyke (Damn)
She'll go for the Glo and she know we got dough like Mike (Like Mike)
Won't cuff that b*tch, don't trust that b*tch got pipe (Boom)
Say her baby daddy crazy, he ain't really about no fightin' (What? What he about?)
Run up on Blood, I'ma kill a n*gga dead on site (Grrah)
Got big guap on me, catch a body, bond out same night (Grrah)
I'ma treat that b*tch by doin' dumb sh*t I don't like (Huh)
Pulled up blowin' dope in a white Q7 on white (7 on white)