K2Finesse, Sadfriendd, Yung Solarflare - bloodonthericks Lyrics

Keep a clip in the back I got one's I got two's
I got bitches in the whip they got glocks they got tools
And my Rick Owens laced this a bag on my shoes
Keep a glock on my waist he in a bag on the news
Walk in this bitch and I'm back on my rap shit
Talkin that shit pussy boy get it crackin
Servin them junkies and shooters and crackheads
Came out the water I feel like the kraken
I make a play I aint talking bout madden
I walk in this bitch and his heart rate get flattened
His momma saw him on the news like what happened
He think he hard but he not with that action

Hoe im movin weight but I'm not in gym bitch
Grimy ass nigga I got blood on my damn ricks
I fucked on yo bitch and she said it was excellent
You ain't got money yo life is irrelevant
Choppa got a long ass clip on the end it look
Just like the trunk of a mufuckin elephant

Smack that lil bitch in the face with my backhand
She suck on my dick I get my satisfaction
He wanna talk but he not with that action
They cant afford what I spent on my fashion

My money so big it look like fat bitch
I hopped on the track it turned right to a classic
I'm passin yo bitch around I feel like magic
And how you got shot when you wanted the static

Bullet gon hit em he flip gymnastic
Fuckin this bitch and I dip fantastic
I get the bread and it stretch fantastic
Choppa gon melt that lil bitch like some plastic

Choppa throw hail Mary's like I play madden
Ima float wit yo bitch I feel just like Alladin
Said he gettin money but I know he cappin
Nigga gon try me gon wish that he hadn't

We finna slide on that boy wit a drake
And we pushin him back we gon knock of his face
And my glock 19 keep a post on my waist
Ima shoot from the hip leave that nigga erased
And my diamonds is wet watch em drip like a faucet or drip like a lake
And my dick you is on it can you get away
Yeah I'm just being honest yall niggas so lame wait hold up
Wait wait If that boy want smoke wit me
All yall niggas aint hood like you pose to be
If it aint bout money its a joke to me
You dont keep no strap you dont tote wit me
Gettin guap just like im supposed to be
Get back bitch dont get close to me
Like please shut up yall niggas aint woke to me

Covered in diamonds like Vivienne Westwood no SRT yeah im up in a tesla
And that bitch gave me brain
So I call her professor the only bitch yall niggas got is Alexa
You can not rap nigga my shit is better
I'm fuckin that bitch and I made that hoe wetter
I'm stacking the cheese lil bitch like cheddar
The gang roll deep yeah they carry berretta's