Blood All On it (Clean)
[00:00.00]Gucci Mane、Key Glock、Young Dolph - Blood All On it (Clean)
[00:00.97]Written by:Radric Davis、Krishon Gaines、Brandon Bradley、Markeyvius Cathey
[00:02.71]Let the band play
[00:04.50]Yeah yeah uh yeah uh yeah uh
[00:10.34]Okay ayy
[00:14.55]Cash out if I want it
[00:15.90]For real though
[00:16.70]The money got blood all on it
[00:17.70]For real though
[00:18.10]The money got blood all on it yeah
[00:19.70]The money got blood all on it
[00:20.95]For real though
[00:21.45]Bad b***h with me on it
[00:22.65]For real though
[00:23.15]N***a wanna beat me don't it
[00:24.40]With the money got blood all on it
[00:26.15]Yeah the money got blood all on it
[00:27.80]Hey
[00:28.28]My young n***as ready to shoot
[00:29.38]Down
[00:29.78]'Cause they ain't got nothin' to lose
[00:31.08]Down
[00:31.51]He said it's f**k everybody and f**k everything he got somethin' to prove
[00:34.76]Down
[00:35.21]In the trenches pullin' moves
[00:36.51]Got 'em
[00:36.99]A hundred racks in blues
[00:38.44]In a shoebox hell nah that don't make no motherf**kin' shoes
[00:41.58]Racks
[00:42.03]Ayy what you do n***a
[00:42.98]Took a motor out a 'Vette put it in a Chevelle
[00:45.79]Switch it up
[00:46.34]Do my dirt all by myself 'cause these n***as gon' tell
[00:49.20]I swear
[00:49.60]She look like God sent her from Heaven but she fine as hell
[00:52.70]Bad
[00:53.10]I'm sendin' five stage I just broke my scale
[00:56.38]Look who just caught a murder and I just post his bails
[00:59.64]Yeah
[01:00.09]Doing donuts on the 'Rari I'm a major player
[01:03.00]Skrrt
[01:03.45]Send bags to the hood and to the opps I send some shells
[01:06.55]Never talk on a phone and never leave a paper trail
[01:09.90]Super bad b***h with a body like Buffy
[01:12.95]Woah
[01:13.36]Went to see my jeweler spent a million like it's nothin'
[01:16.18]A million
[01:16.58]I got on too much ice she caught the flu when she f**k me
[01:19.83]Uh
[01:20.27]Plain Jane Richard Mille I told my jeweler Bust it
[01:23.32]Cash-out if I want it
[01:24.50]For real though
[01:24.90]The money got blood all on it
[01:25.90]For real though
[01:26.40]The money got blood all on it yeah
[01:28.16]The money got blood all on it
[01:29.46]For real though
[01:29.96]Bad b***h with me on it
[01:31.15]For real though
[01:31.60]N***a wanna beat me don't it
[01:33.07]With the money got blood all on it
[01:34.67]Yeah the money got blood all on it
[01:36.37]Hey
[01:36.77]My young n***as ready to shoot
[01:38.03]Down
[01:38.43]'Cause they ain't got nothin' to lose
[01:39.78]Down
[01:40.18]He said it's f**k everybody and f**k everything he got somethin' to prove
[01:43.23]Down
[01:43.44]In the trenches pullin' moves
[01:45.02]Got 'em
[01:45.32]A hundred racks in blues
[01:46.77]In a shoebox hell nah that don't make no motherf**kin' shoes
[01:50.17]Racks
[01:50.57]At a top where it get real lonely
[01:52.15]Just might put a
[01:53.62]New Phantom with the forges on it
[01:55.37]And the paint got blood all on it
[01:56.87]Ah
[01:57.27]These n***as ain't eatin' they starvin'
[01:58.67]Nah
[01:59.07]I can see 'cause they crew gettin' boney
[02:00.53]These do nothing but clout chase
[02:02.39]These boys just some one-trick ponies
[02:03.99]P***ys
[02:04.34]Man this rap game so d**n phony
[02:05.79]These n***as a bunch of Jabronies
[02:07.45]Everything you got they want it
[02:08.92]That's why I'm still up on it
[02:10.92]Just told my hitter he on it
[02:12.57]N***a better break fast like Shawnee's
[02:14.22]And I got my bag like Tony
[02:15.93]These n***as wanna clone me don't it
[02:17.58]Huh
[02:17.97]I went from ridin' a V12 switched it up
[02:20.27]And now my motor electric
[02:21.94]I stacked the way more millions than haters expected
[02:25.34]You gotta shoot for your respect that's how you send a message
[02:28.69]Paow paow
[02:29.04]You gotta do what you gotta do to keep family precaution
[02:32.24]Cash-out when I want it yeah
[02:33.49]These b***hes know how I'm comin' yeah
[02:34.94]These n***as know how I'm comin' yeah
[02:36.69]The b***hes know how I'm comin'
[02:38.12]Why they call you Tony
[02:39.97]'Cause I pop s**t 'bout my lonely
[02:41.97]Pocket full of Crip blue hunnids yeah
[02:43.62]Money got blood all on it
[02:44.87]Yeah yeah
[02:45.42]Yeah I'm the one not the two
[02:46.77]Two
[02:47.02]I turn a one to a two
[02:48.38]Two
[02:48.78]I'm havin' racks yeah I got the bag yeah
[02:50.63]I put the bag on you you
[02:52.13]I put the bag on you too
[02:53.90]Inside my Hellcat
[02:55.54]I'm goin' inside keep me a two
[02:57.36]They like these young n***as loose screw
[02:58.99]Yeah
[02:59.34]Draco
[02:59.95]Two two dos on my McLaren put it on my gears ayy
[03:03.35]Don't compare me to no rapper 'cause these n***as weird ayy
[03:06.75]They done pissed me off it's codeine all up in my urine ayy
[03:10.21]When it come to shootin' s**t my jump up be the peers
[03:13.30]Cash-out if I want it
[03:14.20]B***h for real though
[03:14.70]The money got blood all on it
[03:15.80]Yeah for real though
[03:16.25]The money got blood all on it yeah
[03:17.85]The money got blood all on it
[03:18.95]For real though
[03:19.50]Bad b***h with me on it
[03:20.80]For real though
[03:21.25]N***a wanna beat me don't it
[03:22.65]Huh
[03:23.10]With the money got blood all on it
[03:24.45]Yeah the money got blood all on it
[03:26.00]Hey
[03:26.50]My young n***as ready to shoot
[03:27.70]Down
[03:28.15]'Cause they ain't got nothin' to lose
[03:29.40]Down
[03:29.85]He said it's f**k everybody and f**k everything he got somethin' to prove
[03:33.00]Down
[03:33.45]In the trenches pullin' moves
[03:34.60]Got 'em
[03:35.11]A hundred racks in blues
[03:36.77]In a shoebox hell nah that don't make no motherf**kin' shoes
[03:39.77]Racks
[00:00.97]Written by:Radric Davis、Krishon Gaines、Brandon Bradley、Markeyvius Cathey
[00:02.71]Let the band play
[00:04.50]Yeah yeah uh yeah uh yeah uh
[00:10.34]Okay ayy
[00:14.55]Cash out if I want it
[00:15.90]For real though
[00:16.70]The money got blood all on it
[00:17.70]For real though
[00:18.10]The money got blood all on it yeah
[00:19.70]The money got blood all on it
[00:20.95]For real though
[00:21.45]Bad b***h with me on it
[00:22.65]For real though
[00:23.15]N***a wanna beat me don't it
[00:24.40]With the money got blood all on it
[00:26.15]Yeah the money got blood all on it
[00:27.80]Hey
[00:28.28]My young n***as ready to shoot
[00:29.38]Down
[00:29.78]'Cause they ain't got nothin' to lose
[00:31.08]Down
[00:31.51]He said it's f**k everybody and f**k everything he got somethin' to prove
[00:34.76]Down
[00:35.21]In the trenches pullin' moves
[00:36.51]Got 'em
[00:36.99]A hundred racks in blues
[00:38.44]In a shoebox hell nah that don't make no motherf**kin' shoes
[00:41.58]Racks
[00:42.03]Ayy what you do n***a
[00:42.98]Took a motor out a 'Vette put it in a Chevelle
[00:45.79]Switch it up
[00:46.34]Do my dirt all by myself 'cause these n***as gon' tell
[00:49.20]I swear
[00:49.60]She look like God sent her from Heaven but she fine as hell
[00:52.70]Bad
[00:53.10]I'm sendin' five stage I just broke my scale
[00:56.38]Look who just caught a murder and I just post his bails
[00:59.64]Yeah
[01:00.09]Doing donuts on the 'Rari I'm a major player
[01:03.00]Skrrt
[01:03.45]Send bags to the hood and to the opps I send some shells
[01:06.55]Never talk on a phone and never leave a paper trail
[01:09.90]Super bad b***h with a body like Buffy
[01:12.95]Woah
[01:13.36]Went to see my jeweler spent a million like it's nothin'
[01:16.18]A million
[01:16.58]I got on too much ice she caught the flu when she f**k me
[01:19.83]Uh
[01:20.27]Plain Jane Richard Mille I told my jeweler Bust it
[01:23.32]Cash-out if I want it
[01:24.50]For real though
[01:24.90]The money got blood all on it
[01:25.90]For real though
[01:26.40]The money got blood all on it yeah
[01:28.16]The money got blood all on it
[01:29.46]For real though
[01:29.96]Bad b***h with me on it
[01:31.15]For real though
[01:31.60]N***a wanna beat me don't it
[01:33.07]With the money got blood all on it
[01:34.67]Yeah the money got blood all on it
[01:36.37]Hey
[01:36.77]My young n***as ready to shoot
[01:38.03]Down
[01:38.43]'Cause they ain't got nothin' to lose
[01:39.78]Down
[01:40.18]He said it's f**k everybody and f**k everything he got somethin' to prove
[01:43.23]Down
[01:43.44]In the trenches pullin' moves
[01:45.02]Got 'em
[01:45.32]A hundred racks in blues
[01:46.77]In a shoebox hell nah that don't make no motherf**kin' shoes
[01:50.17]Racks
[01:50.57]At a top where it get real lonely
[01:52.15]Just might put a
[01:53.62]New Phantom with the forges on it
[01:55.37]And the paint got blood all on it
[01:56.87]Ah
[01:57.27]These n***as ain't eatin' they starvin'
[01:58.67]Nah
[01:59.07]I can see 'cause they crew gettin' boney
[02:00.53]These do nothing but clout chase
[02:02.39]These boys just some one-trick ponies
[02:03.99]P***ys
[02:04.34]Man this rap game so d**n phony
[02:05.79]These n***as a bunch of Jabronies
[02:07.45]Everything you got they want it
[02:08.92]That's why I'm still up on it
[02:10.92]Just told my hitter he on it
[02:12.57]N***a better break fast like Shawnee's
[02:14.22]And I got my bag like Tony
[02:15.93]These n***as wanna clone me don't it
[02:17.58]Huh
[02:17.97]I went from ridin' a V12 switched it up
[02:20.27]And now my motor electric
[02:21.94]I stacked the way more millions than haters expected
[02:25.34]You gotta shoot for your respect that's how you send a message
[02:28.69]Paow paow
[02:29.04]You gotta do what you gotta do to keep family precaution
[02:32.24]Cash-out when I want it yeah
[02:33.49]These b***hes know how I'm comin' yeah
[02:34.94]These n***as know how I'm comin' yeah
[02:36.69]The b***hes know how I'm comin'
[02:38.12]Why they call you Tony
[02:39.97]'Cause I pop s**t 'bout my lonely
[02:41.97]Pocket full of Crip blue hunnids yeah
[02:43.62]Money got blood all on it
[02:44.87]Yeah yeah
[02:45.42]Yeah I'm the one not the two
[02:46.77]Two
[02:47.02]I turn a one to a two
[02:48.38]Two
[02:48.78]I'm havin' racks yeah I got the bag yeah
[02:50.63]I put the bag on you you
[02:52.13]I put the bag on you too
[02:53.90]Inside my Hellcat
[02:55.54]I'm goin' inside keep me a two
[02:57.36]They like these young n***as loose screw
[02:58.99]Yeah
[02:59.34]Draco
[02:59.95]Two two dos on my McLaren put it on my gears ayy
[03:03.35]Don't compare me to no rapper 'cause these n***as weird ayy
[03:06.75]They done pissed me off it's codeine all up in my urine ayy
[03:10.21]When it come to shootin' s**t my jump up be the peers
[03:13.30]Cash-out if I want it
[03:14.20]B***h for real though
[03:14.70]The money got blood all on it
[03:15.80]Yeah for real though
[03:16.25]The money got blood all on it yeah
[03:17.85]The money got blood all on it
[03:18.95]For real though
[03:19.50]Bad b***h with me on it
[03:20.80]For real though
[03:21.25]N***a wanna beat me don't it
[03:22.65]Huh
[03:23.10]With the money got blood all on it
[03:24.45]Yeah the money got blood all on it
[03:26.00]Hey
[03:26.50]My young n***as ready to shoot
[03:27.70]Down
[03:28.15]'Cause they ain't got nothin' to lose
[03:29.40]Down
[03:29.85]He said it's f**k everybody and f**k everything he got somethin' to prove
[03:33.00]Down
[03:33.45]In the trenches pullin' moves
[03:34.60]Got 'em
[03:35.11]A hundred racks in blues
[03:36.77]In a shoebox hell nah that don't make no motherf**kin' shoes
[03:39.77]Racks
Gucci Mane、Key Glock、Young Dolph - Blood All On it (Clean)
Written by:Radric Davis、Krishon Gaines、Brandon Bradley、Markeyvius Cathey
Let the band play
Yeah yeah uh yeah uh yeah uh
Okay ayy
Cash out if I want it
For real though
The money got blood all on it
For real though
The money got blood all on it yeah
The money got blood all on it
For real though
Bad b***h with me on it
For real though
N***a wanna beat me don't it
With the money got blood all on it
Yeah the money got blood all on it
Hey
My young n***as ready to shoot
Down
'Cause they ain't got nothin' to lose
Down
He said it's f**k everybody and f**k everything he got somethin' to prove
Down
In the trenches pullin' moves
Got 'em
A hundred racks in blues
In a shoebox hell nah that don't make no motherf**kin' shoes
Racks
Ayy what you do n***a
Took a motor out a 'Vette put it in a Chevelle
Switch it up
Do my dirt all by myself 'cause these n***as gon' tell
I swear
She look like God sent her from Heaven but she fine as hell
Bad
I'm sendin' five stage I just broke my scale
Look who just caught a murder and I just post his bails
Yeah
Doing donuts on the 'Rari I'm a major player
Skrrt
Send bags to the hood and to the opps I send some shells
Never talk on a phone and never leave a paper trail
Super bad b***h with a body like Buffy
Woah
Went to see my jeweler spent a million like it's nothin'
A million
I got on too much ice she caught the flu when she f**k me
Uh
Plain Jane Richard Mille I told my jeweler Bust it
Cash-out if I want it
For real though
The money got blood all on it
For real though
The money got blood all on it yeah
The money got blood all on it
For real though
Bad b***h with me on it
For real though
N***a wanna beat me don't it
With the money got blood all on it
Yeah the money got blood all on it
Hey
My young n***as ready to shoot
Down
'Cause they ain't got nothin' to lose
Down
He said it's f**k everybody and f**k everything he got somethin' to prove
Down
In the trenches pullin' moves
Got 'em
A hundred racks in blues
In a shoebox hell nah that don't make no motherf**kin' shoes
Racks
At a top where it get real lonely
Just might put a
New Phantom with the forges on it
And the paint got blood all on it
Ah
These n***as ain't eatin' they starvin'
Nah
I can see 'cause they crew gettin' boney
These do nothing but clout chase
These boys just some one-trick ponies
P***ys
Man this rap game so d**n phony
These n***as a bunch of Jabronies
Everything you got they want it
That's why I'm still up on it
Just told my hitter he on it
N***a better break fast like Shawnee's
And I got my bag like Tony
These n***as wanna clone me don't it
Huh
I went from ridin' a V12 switched it up
And now my motor electric
I stacked the way more millions than haters expected
You gotta shoot for your respect that's how you send a message
Paow paow
You gotta do what you gotta do to keep family precaution
Cash-out when I want it yeah
These b***hes know how I'm comin' yeah
These n***as know how I'm comin' yeah
The b***hes know how I'm comin'
Why they call you Tony
'Cause I pop s**t 'bout my lonely
Pocket full of Crip blue hunnids yeah
Money got blood all on it
Yeah yeah
Yeah I'm the one not the two
Two
I turn a one to a two
Two
I'm havin' racks yeah I got the bag yeah
I put the bag on you you
I put the bag on you too
Inside my Hellcat
I'm goin' inside keep me a two
They like these young n***as loose screw
Yeah
Draco
Two two dos on my McLaren put it on my gears ayy
Don't compare me to no rapper 'cause these n***as weird ayy
They done pissed me off it's codeine all up in my urine ayy
When it come to shootin' s**t my jump up be the peers
Cash-out if I want it
B***h for real though
The money got blood all on it
Yeah for real though
The money got blood all on it yeah
The money got blood all on it
For real though
Bad b***h with me on it
For real though
N***a wanna beat me don't it
Huh
With the money got blood all on it
Yeah the money got blood all on it
Hey
My young n***as ready to shoot
Down
'Cause they ain't got nothin' to lose
Down
He said it's f**k everybody and f**k everything he got somethin' to prove
Down
In the trenches pullin' moves
Got 'em
A hundred racks in blues
In a shoebox hell nah that don't make no motherf**kin' shoes
Racks
Written by:Radric Davis、Krishon Gaines、Brandon Bradley、Markeyvius Cathey
Let the band play
Yeah yeah uh yeah uh yeah uh
Okay ayy
Cash out if I want it
For real though
The money got blood all on it
For real though
The money got blood all on it yeah
The money got blood all on it
For real though
Bad b***h with me on it
For real though
N***a wanna beat me don't it
With the money got blood all on it
Yeah the money got blood all on it
Hey
My young n***as ready to shoot
Down
'Cause they ain't got nothin' to lose
Down
He said it's f**k everybody and f**k everything he got somethin' to prove
Down
In the trenches pullin' moves
Got 'em
A hundred racks in blues
In a shoebox hell nah that don't make no motherf**kin' shoes
Racks
Ayy what you do n***a
Took a motor out a 'Vette put it in a Chevelle
Switch it up
Do my dirt all by myself 'cause these n***as gon' tell
I swear
She look like God sent her from Heaven but she fine as hell
Bad
I'm sendin' five stage I just broke my scale
Look who just caught a murder and I just post his bails
Yeah
Doing donuts on the 'Rari I'm a major player
Skrrt
Send bags to the hood and to the opps I send some shells
Never talk on a phone and never leave a paper trail
Super bad b***h with a body like Buffy
Woah
Went to see my jeweler spent a million like it's nothin'
A million
I got on too much ice she caught the flu when she f**k me
Uh
Plain Jane Richard Mille I told my jeweler Bust it
Cash-out if I want it
For real though
The money got blood all on it
For real though
The money got blood all on it yeah
The money got blood all on it
For real though
Bad b***h with me on it
For real though
N***a wanna beat me don't it
With the money got blood all on it
Yeah the money got blood all on it
Hey
My young n***as ready to shoot
Down
'Cause they ain't got nothin' to lose
Down
He said it's f**k everybody and f**k everything he got somethin' to prove
Down
In the trenches pullin' moves
Got 'em
A hundred racks in blues
In a shoebox hell nah that don't make no motherf**kin' shoes
Racks
At a top where it get real lonely
Just might put a
New Phantom with the forges on it
And the paint got blood all on it
Ah
These n***as ain't eatin' they starvin'
Nah
I can see 'cause they crew gettin' boney
These do nothing but clout chase
These boys just some one-trick ponies
P***ys
Man this rap game so d**n phony
These n***as a bunch of Jabronies
Everything you got they want it
That's why I'm still up on it
Just told my hitter he on it
N***a better break fast like Shawnee's
And I got my bag like Tony
These n***as wanna clone me don't it
Huh
I went from ridin' a V12 switched it up
And now my motor electric
I stacked the way more millions than haters expected
You gotta shoot for your respect that's how you send a message
Paow paow
You gotta do what you gotta do to keep family precaution
Cash-out when I want it yeah
These b***hes know how I'm comin' yeah
These n***as know how I'm comin' yeah
The b***hes know how I'm comin'
Why they call you Tony
'Cause I pop s**t 'bout my lonely
Pocket full of Crip blue hunnids yeah
Money got blood all on it
Yeah yeah
Yeah I'm the one not the two
Two
I turn a one to a two
Two
I'm havin' racks yeah I got the bag yeah
I put the bag on you you
I put the bag on you too
Inside my Hellcat
I'm goin' inside keep me a two
They like these young n***as loose screw
Yeah
Draco
Two two dos on my McLaren put it on my gears ayy
Don't compare me to no rapper 'cause these n***as weird ayy
They done pissed me off it's codeine all up in my urine ayy
When it come to shootin' s**t my jump up be the peers
Cash-out if I want it
B***h for real though
The money got blood all on it
Yeah for real though
The money got blood all on it yeah
The money got blood all on it
For real though
Bad b***h with me on it
For real though
N***a wanna beat me don't it
Huh
With the money got blood all on it
Yeah the money got blood all on it
Hey
My young n***as ready to shoot
Down
'Cause they ain't got nothin' to lose
Down
He said it's f**k everybody and f**k everything he got somethin' to prove
Down
In the trenches pullin' moves
Got 'em
A hundred racks in blues
In a shoebox hell nah that don't make no motherf**kin' shoes
Racks