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Throw motherfucking Cincinnati hats in the sky
Nigga, ask why
Red laces in and out of them Air Max

I, walk on the moon, flow hotter June
Any nigga drama I kick up a sand dune
Peace to my man Tune for his man room
Now we switches to the Spring Break, Cancun

Get it? Naw, forget it, Suwo, I it
the letter B more famous than a Red Sox fitted
But was suicide, I don't live in Judah's eyes
Half of these rappers trapping when I was chopping the do or die

had me in, I went Puffy like Zab Judah eye
Dre called, my baby mama, "Won't you decide?"
She Doc, first day I poured you aside
Like Aftermath for life and all I do is ride

Before I turn on him I kill
And my red flag in the ground
It's red

Now Blood the up
Everyday's a gamble motherfucker tough
And we going to fuck the world 'til that bust nuts
I can't tell you good but I can tell you what's what

And that's B's up, ho's
Looking in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a
Blood in the air, leave blood on the ground

Niggas'll trade soul to be Drake or J. Cole
Live and die for this shit, word to Tupac halo
One Blood, plural, nigga I'm spending
Ferrari got a ice cream paint job,

I'm up out the hood, where pull them guns on you like
Come up out hood, it ain't never all good
We up in backwoods, nigga get to acting stupid
Get thrown in the woods

Los Angeles, home of the
Pimp, ho's and
98 on Christmas
Nigga, we cannabis

sweet, ain't it?
I her I'm Charles Louboutin
The bitch fainted, pulled her down, stained it
That's my Chi-lingo, yeah I'm

Ball by myself, ocho, cinco
With the Stars, bullets and fast cars
And everybody out here, word to God

Now the fuck up
Everyday's a gamble motherfucker luck
And we going to fuck the 'til that bitch bust nuts
I can't tell you good but I can tell you what's what

And that's B's up, ho's
in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood
Throwing Blood in the air, leave blood on the

got a red flag, U.S. got red stripes
Last to Paris, around the world in these red Nikes
Che of the New Era, test me
Slugger, you'll get buried in my New Era

Got that Natti on, than a Magnum
Walk in the club with a .38 magnum
Red Ralph Laurens, the double R sitting on a hill like
Her and the car

Got my red Dre Beats on, to put my peeps on
And I keep it hood this Phantom is a Nissan
my nigga Jim Jones at? Roll up the weed, son
So Bloods in Compton had to get a NYC song

And while I'm out here, I might as go shopping
And put this new bad bitch, I got her some Red
And all hating ass niggas want me dead
Because I'm X before he turned Muslim, R.E.D.

Now Blood the up
Everyday's a gamble motherfucker luck
And we going to fuck the world 'til bitch bust nuts
I can't tell you what's good but I can you what's what

And that's B's up, ho's
in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, me a bloodhound
Throwing Blood in the air, leave on the ground