Deezy216, Kilo Grizzy, Ceovelle - Bloody Moves Lyrics

I got red on my Glock 9 that's a bloody tool
I got red on my Christian Lous these some bloody shoes
I got red on my jean U's these some bloody Trues
Infrared on the beam, when we making bloody moves
Pull up on me I don't wanna talk, lets make money moves
On the corner we gon get it off, that's how ballers do
I got red on my Glock 9 that's a bloody tool
Infrared on the beam, when we making bloody moves
Aye, Forks up ion give a fuck, spent a hundred dollars on a double cup
Got yo bitch on these nuts, I'm a give it to her like tree trunks
I beat it up, I'm T'd up, on folknem big G's up
Smokin reefer, no seeds ah, mamacita go retard God damn
I'm bagging up bricks I'm back in this shit
Ya bitch on my dick, I'm fuckin her good then I pass through the cluique
I pop me a perc and then stand in the kitchen and whippity whip
These diamonds all over my wrist I got this shit out of the trench
Kilo pull up with a banger on me
In the studio that's 2 times you know we always drop bangers on em
On gang gang, we ain't never change, we been the same, you ain't maintain
I pull up on you with the bang bang and put a fucking bullet through your membrane
God Damn
I'm back in this shit, I'm counting the cash
Ya bitch all over my dick, I'm smacking that bitch on her ass
When Deezy pull up on the block you know that I got the hood pass
I'm fuckin yo bitch and I dip I put my foot down on the gas
I got red on my Glock 9 that's a bloody tool
I got red on my Christian Lous these some bloody shoes
I got red on my jean U's these some bloody Trues
Infrared on the beam, when we making bloody moves
Pull up on me I don't wanna talk, lets make money moves
On the corner we gon get it off, that's how ballers do
I got red on my Glock 9 that's a bloody tool
Infrared on the beam, when we making bloody moves
With this Glock 40 on my side we make money moves
If you think you gon catch me dry you a funny dude
I'm in traffic I ain't lacking, got my heat this bitch stay ratchet
If you think this shit a game, I'm a pull up on you blasting
Call my brotha Deezy need them thangs for the low
I'm gon blow, by the O, got ya hoe we blowing dro
I'ma fuck then leave her lone cuz I gotta get my own way
Gotta get some more tape, yea boy the strong way
She fuckin with me the long way, I could do this all day
I just wanna ball mane, stack it till I fall mane
They look at me like aw mane, there he go he done did it again
Doin whatever, I gotta win, even if that mean I gotta see it
Aye, put this shit on folknem, I'ma 74
Ride it till the day I die, in yo head them bullets blow
On my momma bro, I ain't care about no hoe
I'm just sittin in the trap with that crack tryna make it go
Whippity whippity whip the elbow
Got this shit for real yo, and I got that shit that really smell out the jail bro
Yea, free my lil bro, he up out the jail though
On my momma swear to god I never tell hoe
I got red on my Glock 9 that's a bloody tool
I got red on my Christian Lous these some bloody shoes
I got red on my jean U's these some bloody Trues
Infrared on the beam, when we making bloody moves
Pull up on me I don't wanna talk, lets make money moves
On the corner we gon get it off, that's how ballers do
I got red on my Glock 9 that's a bloody tool
Infrared on the beam, when we making bloody moves
I got red on my draco, nigga I'm gon shoot
100 rounds in this big chop, ion fuck with you
I got bands I got big guap, nigga look at you
I got bands fuck yo little thot but she ain't fuckin you
This shit off the top, this is straight drop
Hit his ass with that re-rock, pull up on his block
CEO you know I got like 30 shots, with a 30 Glock
Fresh as fuck with the Gucci shoes and the Gucci socks
I'ma turn up on them niggas man, got these niggas mad though
Shittin on they ass though, they say I'm a asshole
Yea I got that cash hoe, you know I got that bag hoe
Pull up straight to Sax Fifth, and I blow a bag hoe you mad hoe
Gucci on my ass Gucci snakes up on my feet
These niggas be hating cuz they cannot flex like me
Whipping in the kitchen teach your ass the recipe
Pull up to the booth give yo ass the best of me
I got red on my Glock 9 that's a bloody tool
I got red on my Christian Lous these some bloody shoes
I got red on my jean U's these some bloody Trues
Infrared on the beam, when we making bloody moves
Pull up on me I don't wanna talk, lets make money moves
On the corner we gon get it off, that's how ballers do
I got red on my Glock 9 that's a bloody tool
Infrared on the beam, when we making bloody moves

I got red on my Glock 9 that's a bloody tool
I got red on my Christian Lous these some bloody shoes
I got red on my jean U's these some bloody Trues
Infrared on the beam, when we making bloody moves
Pull up on me I don't wanna talk, lets make money moves
On the corner we gon get it off, that's how ballers do
I got red on my Glock 9 that's a bloody tool
Infrared on the beam, when we making bloody moves
Aye, Forks up ion give a fuck, spent a hundred dollars on a double cup
Got yo bitch on these nuts, I'm a give it to her like tree trunks
I beat it up, I'm T'd up, on folknem big G's up
Smokin reefer, no seeds ah, mamacita go retard God damn
I'm bagging up bricks I'm back in this shit
Ya bitch on my dick, I'm fuckin her good then I pass through the cluique
I pop me a perc and then stand in the kitchen and whippity whip
These diamonds all over my wrist I got this shit out of the trench
Kilo pull up with a banger on me
In the studio that's 2 times you know we always drop bangers on em
On gang gang, we ain't never change, we been the same, you ain't maintain
I pull up on you with the bang bang and put a fucking bullet through your membrane
God Damn
I'm back in this shit, I'm counting the cash
Ya bitch all over my dick, I'm smacking that bitch on her ass
When Deezy pull up on the block you know that I got the hood pass
I'm fuckin yo bitch and I dip I put my foot down on the gas
I got red on my Glock 9 that's a bloody tool
I got red on my Christian Lous these some bloody shoes
I got red on my jean U's these some bloody Trues
Infrared on the beam, when we making bloody moves
Pull up on me I don't wanna talk, lets make money moves
On the corner we gon get it off, that's how ballers do
I got red on my Glock 9 that's a bloody tool
Infrared on the beam, when we making bloody moves
With this Glock 40 on my side we make money moves
If you think you gon catch me dry you a funny dude
I'm in traffic I ain't lacking, got my heat this bitch stay ratchet
If you think this shit a game, I'm a pull up on you blasting
Call my brotha Deezy need them thangs for the low
I'm gon blow, by the O, got ya hoe we blowing dro
I'ma fuck then leave her lone cuz I gotta get my own way
Gotta get some more tape, yea boy the strong way
She fuckin with me the long way, I could do this all day
I just wanna ball mane, stack it till I fall mane
They look at me like aw mane, there he go he done did it again
Doin whatever, I gotta win, even if that mean I gotta see it
Aye, put this shit on folknem, I'ma 74
Ride it till the day I die, in yo head them bullets blow
On my momma bro, I ain't care about no hoe
I'm just sittin in the trap with that crack tryna make it go
Whippity whippity whip the elbow
Got this shit for real yo, and I got that shit that really smell out the jail bro
Yea, free my lil bro, he up out the jail though
On my momma swear to god I never tell hoe
I got red on my Glock 9 that's a bloody tool
I got red on my Christian Lous these some bloody shoes
I got red on my jean U's these some bloody Trues
Infrared on the beam, when we making bloody moves
Pull up on me I don't wanna talk, lets make money moves
On the corner we gon get it off, that's how ballers do
I got red on my Glock 9 that's a bloody tool
Infrared on the beam, when we making bloody moves
I got red on my draco, nigga I'm gon shoot
100 rounds in this big chop, ion fuck with you
I got bands I got big guap, nigga look at you
I got bands fuck yo little thot but she ain't fuckin you
This shit off the top, this is straight drop
Hit his ass with that re-rock, pull up on his block
CEO you know I got like 30 shots, with a 30 Glock
Fresh as fuck with the Gucci shoes and the Gucci socks
I'ma turn up on them niggas man, got these niggas mad though
Shittin on they ass though, they say I'm a asshole
Yea I got that cash hoe, you know I got that bag hoe
Pull up straight to Sax Fifth, and I blow a bag hoe you mad hoe
Gucci on my ass Gucci snakes up on my feet
These niggas be hating cuz they cannot flex like me
Whipping in the kitchen teach your ass the recipe
Pull up to the booth give yo ass the best of me
I got red on my Glock 9 that's a bloody tool
I got red on my Christian Lous these some bloody shoes
I got red on my jean U's these some bloody Trues
Infrared on the beam, when we making bloody moves
Pull up on me I don't wanna talk, lets make money moves
On the corner we gon get it off, that's how ballers do
I got red on my Glock 9 that's a bloody tool
Infrared on the beam, when we making bloody moves