Blood on My Denim lyrics

[Intro]
(It's JoeFromYo)

[Verse 1]
I thought every girl I had was the one, (Uh, huh) but she was not it
Ninety nine percent of b*tches be thottin' (Thottin')
If I do the same thing, you'll say I'm not sh*t (Not sh*t)
I could do the same thing, you'll leave me cryin' (Cryin')
She got a little deeper through the process (Process)
Still addicted to the streets, can't hide it (Hide it)
Walkin' 'round with two Glizzys in my pocket
Already c*cked it, flip a n*gga like a socket (Socket)
n*gga, way before the fame we was wildin'
Then they killed my n*gga Quado in the projects (Projects)
And it's a shame, all the b*tches that was curvin'
I see the same damn names in my comments (Comments)

[Chorus]
She was lookin' O.D. from a side eye
Said she ain't an eater, oh she lied, oh she lied-lied
Woke up to three b*tches in my bed
Made me say it three times, "Oh you fine, oh you fine-fine"
I ain't rockin' with no ho n*ggas or a bozo
That's a no-no, n*gga nah, nah
I know they love my fly
The way I rock Dolce and Gabanna
I lost my n*ggas to the streets when it coulda been me
It's f*cked up, they either dead or doin' fed time
Boy, you all about your bread, so am I
If it's money on your mind, .45 to your hairline
And I keep it by the dresser
That's for any b*tch who ever try to break my heart, I won't let ya
Still got blood on my denims
That was all the blood that was in him, no more love in a n*gga
[Verse 2]
No more love in a n*gga
But I swear her company made me so comfortable
I don't f*ck with her (Yeah)
The way she f*ck with me
And it's probably 'cause I'm from the X, where they take for respect
Thought I woulda been into the grave on my def
Same fit for a week, now I hate Nike tech
Now I'm a trendsetter from my sweater to my hat
Biggs put me on the big ass purple Puma jet
I'm flexin' more than ever, she like, "Money make me wet"
And if I die, I'ma die for my respect
Bury me with like a milli' on my neck, ah

[Chorus]
She was lookin' O.D. from a side eye
Said she ain't an eater, but she lie all the time-time
I woke up to three b*tches in my bed
Made me say it three times, like, "You fine, oh you fine-fine"
I ain't rockin' with no ho n*ggas or a bozo
That's a no-no, n*gga nah, nah
I know they love my fly
The way I rock Dolce and Gabanna
I lost my n*ggas to the streets when it coulda been me
It's f*cked up, they either dead or doin' fed time
Boy, you all about your bread, so am I
If it's money on your mind, .45 to your hairline
And I keep it by the dresser
Just in case a b*tch ever try to break my heart, I won't let ya
I still got blood on my denims
That was the blood that was in him, no more love in a n*gga
[Verse 3]
Run through it, all the bands that a n*gga got
I wonder if the streets still care about me
Long story, I can never really talk about it
I'm numb to it, I stand still when I hear shots
Numb to it, I stand still when I hear shots
I hear n*ggas talkin' 'bout the money that they don't got
I used to be up on the corner with my young akh
Now I go buy a couple pounds of the fronto
I still smoke it by the pound, I get dumb high
I still smoke it by the pound like a rasta
I send money to my n*ggas sittin' up, yeah
I send money to my daughter, she's a rugrat
I been through it but I'm not givin' up, yeah
I switch up on different cars, now they upset