Lyrics Blood In My Eyez - Omertà

Got Fns got glizzys got rugers damn
Got a AR 15 with a scope on it imma shoot ya down
When my mama left me turnt my heart real cold I ain't give a damn
Got a Glock nineteen with a thirty on it That's my mama now
I was stuck in the street had no place to call home had to go to the school bout it
I gotta Fifty on me and I sit at the store pull up on me I'll shoot bout it
And if I go broke then I kick me a door then I gotta get low bitch I'm so bout it
And it's blood in my eyez
Red in the skies
I'm gonna pull up and Red Rum bout it

Girl tell me what you wanna know
Got a AR in my coat
Got a cool kit it's gone blow
Ain't fucking round with these hoes
These pussy nigga make me choke
Don't get popped on Candler road
Dope sold then money fold
ThirtyTwo clip got TwentyTwo in it because I been using it yeah
Put the zaza down pick the hi tec up I'm abusing it yeah
Boy you better calm down or you gone go down bout some stupid Shìt yeah
When that thirty draw down and that window come down imma shoot this bitch yeah
What you think you get you can't get a nine to five
Yo shoota he gone get hit
Yo shooter he gonna die
The sooner yo shooter spit
The sooner you gonna do time For doing shit you not with
Yo mama gonna be crying
Thirty one sticks with Sixty two clips I don't got fear for no man whoa
Talkin' that shit then you gonna get hit I don't got love for no man blow
Got a gun in my pants I barely can stand I pull that bitch out it won't jam
I shoot at your twin I gave him a fin I dump at his block with a Extendo
Gotta save my life gotta make it home to you
Got a son to be there for
Gotta play my cards right
Gotta do everything that a nigga pose to do
Cause I ain't going back down And I'm really on my own

Got Fns got glizzys got rugers damn
Got a AR15 with a scope on it imma shoot ya down
When my mama left me turnt my heart real cold I ain't give a damn
Got a Glock nineteen with a thirty on it That's my mama now
I was stuck in the street had no place to call home had to go to the school bout it
I gotta fifty on me and I sit at the store pull up on me I'll shoot bout it
And if I go broke then I kick me a door then I gotta get low bitch I'm so bout it
And it's blood in my eyez
Red in the skies
I'm gonna pull up and Red Rum bout it