What the blood klot?
What the blood klot?
I'ma rude boy, with me dreadlock
Dreadlock Rasta, hair like pasta
I'ma rude boy, badman shotta

What the blood klot?
What the blood klot?
I'ma rude boy, with me dreadlock
I'ma bad boy, I'ma 2Pac
Choppa choppin' half off like a coupon
I'ma lil' nigga, please do not, feel froggy, 'cause if you high
I'ma boom bap bap, with the oowap bap
You ain't know we call the Uzi the oowap
I don't do cops, I don't do wap
I don't do bitches, that act bourgeois
Excuse my french, I just do moi
But she do coke, she do molly, she do moonrock
Yeah

Amen, Hallelujah
Weezy threw a snitch off the rooftop, bye
Convertibles, I don't do tops
I don't do car lots, I do the DuPont
Balling and what not
Bitch, I've been ballin' since the hook shot
When I saw my first mil' I ain't look shocked
Take a sip and pop a pill when the hook drop

Take a sip and pop a pill when the hook drop
Take a sip and pop a pill when the hook drop
Dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta
Tunechi rude boy, bad man hear my shotta

What the blood klot?
What the blood klot?
I'm in the two-door Benz Coupe with the bug eyes
I'm in the two-door Benz Coupe, bumpin' Thug Life
I'm in a two cup congregation sippin' mud slides (pour up)
211s at night, 187s broad daylight
Catch you at a red light, make it your grave sight (bap bap)
Them guns clappin' so loud, give you stage fright
Banana clips look like a banana in a tail-pipe
And niggas in wheelchairs is half-dead
Niggas with real money is in the feds
They just ran in my house last week
Damn, I wasn't home I was in the streets
I ain't never home, I be in the streets
A money hound, giving hoes the runaround
It been fuck the world, they wanna cuddle now
I ain't fucking with them niggas 'cause they funny style
I ain't fucking with them niggas 'cause they funny style
I ain't fucking with them niggas 'cause they funny style
100 pounds in the trunk, drove a 100 mile
Make a deal we drop it off and then we turn around
Hunt you down, take your shit and then we gun you down
I fix your frown, leave my footprints on your stomping ground
I feel my high coming down, roll another ounce
Hate when my hoes come in town unannounced

I got my own ups and downs
You lil' niggas don't do shit but make my stomach growl
Take a shower with your bitch and let her rub me down
She say you tiny but that dick looks like it musclebound
Get in that pussy, tear it up and down
Doing circles in the pussy I don't fuck around
Crash dummies better dumb it down
Better buckle up and stay buckled down
Smoking on the loud and we love the sound
Yeah, sweet as Gil Scott
Yeah, looking like guwap
Take a sip and pop a pill when the hook drop

When the hook drop
Take a sip and pop a pill when the hook drop
Dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta
Tunechi badman, rude boy, I'ma shotta
Blow up

Yea, dreadlock Rasta, hair like pasta
Tunechi badman, rude boy, I'ma shotta
Dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta
Tunechi badman, rude boy, I'ma shotta
Blow up

Ouuwee, Mula baby

What the blood klot?
What the blood klot?
I'ma rude boy, with me dreadlock
Dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta
I'ma rude, badman shotta

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