[Bloody Jay]
Shoot-outs on the daily
I’m tryna make it to see my baby
Fuck you pay me in an all red mercedes (that Benz)
Every day a fashion show gotta stay off in the latest (that fashion)
Swear this street shit raised us (it did)
And that gangsta shit made us (yes yes yes)
Open up your eyes and sharpen up your game
Streets is a dirty game
[Bloody Jay]
For the money nigga we coming through your front door
Front line nigga yeah I was front row
Front and center get paid for the blocks like a sinner
Took a lot of losses just for us to become winners
Born sinners, eating steak dinners
Smashing off the lot, we ain’t riding rentals
Hating muhfuckas thought we was gon stay down
Shoot-outs board day I tote that K ‘round
Draped in Louis V, Balenciaga runners
All this money round ain't no time for fumbles
So I tightened up on my game and made my vision tunnel
Kill em with success I watched them haters crumble
[Bloody Jay]
Shoot-outs on the daily
I’m tryna make it to see my baby
Fuck you pay me in an all red mercedes (that Benz)
Every day a fashion show gotta stay off in the latest (that fashion)
Swear this street shit raised us (it did)
And that gangsta shit made us (yes yes yes)
Open up your eyes and sharpen up your game
Streets is a dirty game
[Alley Boy]
Yeah
Mount my whip to 6 figures screaming fuck a nigga
100 bands on my arm platinum like Jigga
Thousands niggas reppin blood but the door unmarked
Lotta niggas trappin hard, the rest of em rob
Had to get it out the mud, the set wasn’t gave to me
Game was gave to me, the block was all they gave to me
They murdered Nut I damn near cried a river
Body for body, simple
Murkin shit til December, we crashing when I see you fish fry’s in the winter
Ima let lil one em spend em, I’m still missing my nigga
It’s a lot of pussy on this plate, its gon be a late dinner
It’s never too late to hit em, put his partner on a shirt with em
[Bloody Jay]
Shoot-outs on the daily
I’m tryna make it to see my baby
Fuck you pay me in an all red mercedes (that Benz)
Every day a fashion show gotta stay off in the latest (that fashion)
Swear this street shit raised us (it did)
And that gangsta shit made us (yes yes yes)
Open up your eyes and sharpen up your game
Streets is a dirty game
[Major Grams]
Naw Naw, yall pussy ass niggas stay over there
Real shit back, all this fake shit finna get exposed
Yall niggas play fair keep that shit in the streets
It’s a dirty game who really blame
Yall opened up the door for this shit, we gon close em
Straight like that
FIB Nut
Anybody get got damn duct taped, you know how we boming
FIP Nut Man
FIP Young Mu
FIP Gangsta
FIP to All the muhfucka fallen soldiers, real shit back
Here to stay, straight like that bitch
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