Blood on the Asphalt lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy

[Pre-Chorus]
Baby come around when the sun down
Yeah, when she go, when she run now
When she pull up, get tongued down
Last n*gga broke, no funds, how?
Blew a couple thousand and that lil' b*tch like "Wow"
Now you ain't imagine this
She an angel of Angeles
And I know that he mad as sh*t

[Chorus]
And give that to me
I don't even think you mean what you speak
All blue strips, pockets full of deceased
All my Blood homies throwin' up big B's
In the six goin' crazy in the six-speed
I worked my ass off
You got complacent, I passed y'all
I came from blood on the asphalt
You better not go get your chance up

[Verse]
It was only axe that they handed us
I was just a lil' boy, had to man it up
I might go blow me a planet up
Money done grew, like I planted bucks
I wanted smoke, but them n*ggas be scared of us
World in the palm of my hand
I'ma do all that I can
If I fail, then f*ck it, go again
[Pre-Chorus]
Baby come around when the sun down
Yeah, when she go, when she run now
When she pull up, get tongued down
Last n*gga broke, no funds, how?
Blew a couple thousand and that lil' b*tch like "Wow"
Now you ain't imagine this
She an angel of Angeles
And I know that he mad as sh*t

[Chorus]
And give that to me
I don't even think you mean what you speak
All blue strips, pockets full of deceased
All my Blood homies throwin' up big B's
In the six goin' crazy in the six-speed
I worked my ass off
You got complacent, I passed y'all
I came from blood on the asphalt
You better not go get your chance up

[Bridge]
Baby come around when the sun down
Yeah, when she go, when she run now
When she pull up, get tongued down
Last n*gga broke, no funds, how?
Blew a couple thousand and that lil' b*tch like "Wow"
Now you ain't imagine this
She an angel of Angeles
And I know that he mad as sh*t
[Chorus]
And give that to me
I don't even think you mean what you speak
All blue strips, pockets full of deceased
All my Blood homies throwin' up big B's
In the six goin' crazy in the six-speed
I worked my ass off
You got complacent, I passed y'all
I came from blood on the asphalt
You better not go get your chance up

[Outro]
And give that to me
I don't even think you mean what you speak
All blue strips, pockets full of deceased
All my Blood homies throwin' up big B's
In the six goin' crazy in the six-speed
I worked my ass off
You got complacent, I passed y'all
I came from blood on the asphalt
You better not go get your chance up