M24 - Back In Blood Lyrics

Ay, my nigga Bando, tell them suttin', tell them suttin'
Yo, yo, yo, your boy Bando
Soon home, you know the vibes
You know what I'm sayin', get that shit back in blood, yeah? (Grr)
Free all the fucked boys, serious
Yeah, yeah, wass (yes)
You know, you know
Serious, serious, woo
Come on, free up my nigga Bando, yeah?
Niggas know
Streets know too, huh
(Lekaa Beats)

I'm really on my demon shit like Sai So (yeah)
Me and my amigos like Quavo (uh-uh)
She want me to cuff it, I just wanna fuck it (uh)
She got a fuck-off bat' like J-Lo (big bat)
Hands on it, tucked, aim up and squeeze (baow)
Shell main road, done it on main road (uh-uh)
Let me not talk 'bout the drills I done (shh)
I don't want my feds at my doors in plain clothes (shh)
She used to like me when I had canerows
But she shall look way better with a fade though
S splashed that, do it at a party (splash that)
Now, he's got blood on his face holes (uh-uh)
It was us man bullyin' them man
Why you think they hate our gut? (Why you think?)
Young niggas with racks so they hate on us
Shout, "RIP", man in drip, didn't give no fucks (shout, "RIP")

Charge it to the game (uh)
Come get that shit back in blood (come get it)
Really came from the bottom (yes)
I got that shit out of the mud (huh)
Truss (truss)
How you think that bredren's dust? (How you think)
It was us man bullyin' them (us man)
It was never them bullyin' us (never)

Charge it to the game (uh-huh)
Come get that shit back in blood (uh-huh)
Really came from the bottom (yes)
I got that shit out of the mud (uh-huh)
Truss (truss)
How you think that bredren's dust? (How you think)
It was us man bullyin' them (us man)
It was never them bullyin' us

Every doubt here, M24 in a score up (everything)
I hear M24 on none
I was tryna explore that block like Dora
Borer, back that out and they run (back it)
Patterned through the, so my woes is like Drake
We was doin' that shit for fun (yes)
And now get got wings like Lekaa
You should've seen the way that boy got done (huh)
I stepped in lookin' like money (like guap)
You all stepped in, lookin' all cruddy
Talks of the blade like Wesley Snipes
Now his trainers lookin' all bloody (bredda)
Fg slashed him, done him up ugly
Yucky, or get fried, Kentucky (yuck)
They get gassed cah of UAV
It should've been four, but we got unlucky
Every ting get fuck when me reach (fuck off)
And the A made feds with tree (huh)
Go check the news (go check it)
'Cause the gang already got receipts (huh-uh)
Streets, opps get left in streets
Peak, tell me why they lyin' on beats (why they cappin')
Brand new wap, just came with teeth
And my AP busted, wrist on fleek
It was me in a bruk-down Rover (me)
Tryna do one of them man over
No, I ain't lackin', I'm rollin' heavy (no)
You can tell by a nigga Persona (yeah, yeah)
Skills in the pitch when I flick it, Rabona
Two in the ride, but I kept composure (huh)
He wanted clout so bad
Gang put him on the TV, gave him exposure (uh)

Charge it to the game (uh)
Come get that shit back in blood (come get it)
Really came from the bottom (yes)
I got that shit out of the mud (huh)
Truss (truss)
How you think that bredren's dust? (How you think)
It was us man bullyin' them (us man)
It was never them bullyin' us (never)

Charge it to the game (uh-huh)
Come get that shit back in blood (uh-huh)
Really came from the bottom (yes)
I got that shit out of the mud (uh-huh)
Truss (truss)
How you think that bredren's dust? (How you think)
It was us man bullyin' them (us man)
It was never them bullyin' us