Lyrics Blood Tears - ATM FatKnot

Every time I get a bag
I just pass it to my mans
Told lil bro to count it twice
Just to make sure to make sure it all there
I been getting gwap
Quickest way to get you shot
Nigga don't be on my block if you don't belong here
I don't know where to start
Since they took my brother Spark
Feel like I ain't got no heart, nigga, ain't no love there
RIP the bros god damn these streets is cold
Now my heart is turning froze got me shedding blood tears

If it's bout my dough, they gone pull up let it blow
If you gotta safe zone then you better run there
It come to getting chicken, ya, you know a nigga winning
I ain't got no competition I feel its unfair
I'm miles away, I call the guys to check up on my niggas
Cause I know that this life we living this shit get ridiculous
And if he playing with my digits we pay him a visit
RIP my cousin 'Twon so I put bro on a pendant
I got em iced out
We gone creep up on 'em, pull up slow and cut the lights out
Bitches on my dick cause I'm the shit and gotta nice smile
One day I'm a go and cop a mansion like the white house
Lurking all night like nigga I'm a night owl
My young'ns toting pipes had to tell them niggas pipe down
Oh you think that you a bad bitch wipe off your eye brows
Like my bitches natural long hair, ya, that's my style
Yeah, that's my style
Cold trap no heat, bad bitch on fleek, bankroll on me, can't fold homies
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Big drip on me, they all salty, trapped out no sleep, fuck the police
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
My corner store watched me grow up
Stand tall don't fold up
Can't till I blow up
Going OT w my soldiers
I rolled up when I woke up
Good gas got me so stuck
Momma told me that dirty money don't last long I'm like so what

Every time I get a bag
I just pass it to my mans
Told lil bro to count it twice
Just to make sure to make sure it all there
I been getting gwap
Quickest way to get you shot
Nigga don't be on my block if you don't belong here
I don't know where to start
Since they took my brother Spark
Feel like I ain't got no heart, nigga, ain't no love there
RIP the bros, god damn, these streets is cold
Now my heart is turning froze got me shedding blood tears

But you know that I'm a stay 10 toes
Do this for my brothers and kinfolk
My bitches is gorgeous, my pockets enormous, I'm scoring like I'm in the end zone
My young nigga toting the pistol
If he pull up you better get low
It used to be hotties since I'm getting money I might just go cop me a Benzo
I got pink 50's n blue 100's my pockets on cotton candy
I ain't never need a soul
I did this shit on my dammy
I remember me and bro, posted up in the bandy
Got three siblings that gotta eat
I do this shit for my family
Mr. Run it up, athlete
I marry K's, Ashley
Coppas get behind me I'm a take em on a high speed
Diamonds on, Flashy
Bitches on, Nasty
Balling like I'm Melo, diamonds yellow like a taxi
Cooling with lil bro he got that pole right in the backseat
Pull up get to dumping now they running it's a track meet
Mismatch my designer, now, they say a nigga tacky
He ain't know his place, beam on his face like he got acne

Every time I get a bag
I just pass it to my mans
Told lil bro to count it twice
Just to make sure to make sure it all there
I been getting gwap
Quickest way to get you shot
Nigga don't be on my block if you don't belong here
I don't know where to start
Since they took my brother Spark
Feel like I ain't got no heart, nigga, ain't no love there
RIP the bros, god damn, these streets is cold
Now my heart is turning froze got me shedding blood tears