Blood

Aye, aye, you know the gang gang
I go by the name of Hell Gang 2 Gunna
Bang bang boy, nigga that's 2 Gunna

See if you make it through the struggle
You might understand your purpose

See if you stand too close to trouble
I just might make you nervous
On God, I conversate with God
But I don't make the service
When it's a war I be on the front line
That's probably what make me hate this earth

I severed all my ties with all these rap guys
These niggas'll jump shit for one shit bag
And flip back with the switches
My car with that blacked out on it
That's where we do all the skits at
That's where they do all the sliding
You gon' slip that's where your bitch at
Nigga big bag for the bail got me big mad

And framed me for that Big Mac, they was big glad
Now the opps is like cops with they sticks out
That's on the beach another sucka quick
I'ma give they bitches shits back

I told 'em tell the dicks that
Keep they mouth closed
I'm up to bat
Bitch booming out the park
And I ain't foul the ball
When it's a hit, whack
It just go hit sticks
And then it's over with
Over the fence, over
When you float, you know that's what come with this

Hell yeah, I'm hella Hell Gang related
And bitch it been time
And you ain't no kin of mine, we ain't related

Would you be sagging like that if we hadn't have made it?
Would you be flying the same flag that I'm flying?
I'm just asking what's happening
Blood

Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
Listen clearly
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
Listen clearly

Bitch you camping in your rap, never had a strap
And you hang around a snitch, where the game is that?
Papen work, told facts, he can't take you back
And since you vouching for that rat, then you get trapped
We in your house, Mickey Mouse, you ain't getting out
And we sliding like it's hockey with the sticks out
If this bitch ain't tryna fuck she's getting kicked out
I was broke and hella pissed now I'm the shit now
Sick Glock, I'm a snub like a six shot

Fake Rollie watch, hear your shit tick tock
Bitch I came from the bottom feeling like I'm rock bottom
Stay solid to the game, you gon' be on top
And once you hit the top don't let 'em take your spot

They tryna take your spot then Yellow Tape they block

50 In that chop, 30 in that Glock

Nigga do that math that equal 80 shots

Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
Listen clearly
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
Listen clearly

Jumped straight up in the streets and hopped off the porch

I was really in the streets, you was into sports
I was skipping elementary when you was a dork
I was broke, no support, somebody getting extort

One resort, robbing stores, had to do my chores
Street sweeper made a mess when he hit the floor
Devil knocking at your door, send him to the Lord
He took many, I ain't stingy, gave him plenty more
We was sliding all night like we hella bored
I shot the three but they survived just know I tried to score
Found that nigga in the cuts like what you hiding for?
You got the right to remain silent but he talking more

Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
Listen clearly
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
Listen clearly

Nigga, my mouth glued, shut, stitched, I got no lips
I got no lips
No I.D. nigga
My mouth glued, shut, stitched, I got no lips
Do you hear me?