Up in Blood -

Original

Double fold designer, put my trust up in these thugs. No trust, no love.

Say, bitch, I get it up in blood. Tell me, where did I go wrong? Where did I go wrong?

We just wanted to get on. Bitch, I get it up in blood.

I had so many niggas gone, so many coming home. For my team, I put on. Bitch, I get it up in blood, nigga.

Say, bitch, I get it up in blood. I get it up in blood.

These niggas been hating, tryna fuck my name up. I've been getting it in, tryna get my bread up.

Can't trust nobody, can't let them get me caught up.

Get up in my way, he gon' get his head bust.

Bop your head to my music, but don't feel my pain.

Shit too deep, you'll never understand. Same old shit, seem like it don't change.

Some pussy-ass nigga, he ain't down with that flame. No, I can't slip, I'm still learning the game.

Ride through my city, I'm strapped with the thing.

I gotta stay focused, I'm only sixteen. Been fake my cry, I'm pursuing my dream.

Live the life of a menace, I go by young boy. Call all the shots 'cause I'm over the game.

She looked in my face and was telling them lies. Got Dino to set that whole car up in flames.

This could be my cousin, I ain't let him slide.

Shoot his mama house up since he think that I'm playing. RIP to Lil Truck, fill that bitch up with gas.

Shoot all the time to come up on that bag. We gon' take everything since he want tax.

Double fold designer, put my trust up in these thugs. No trust, no love. Say, bitch, I get it up in blood.

Tell me, where did I go wrong? Where did I go wrong? We just wanted to get on.

Bitch, I get it up in blood. I had so many niggas gone, so many coming home.

For my team, I put on. Bitch, I get it up in blood, nigga.

Say, bitch, I get it up in blood. I get it up in blood.

I'm smashing, murdering, terrorizing, that's all they understand.

Enemies, memories, I got some blood at hand. Son of a hitter, cold nigga with some cold ways.

My coke days, rest in peace to all my throwaways.

I sit and smile like, "Fuck them niggas" on my Joe Santays. Straight disrespect, what you expect?

They supposed to hate. I know these niggas don't love us, so why should I trust 'em?

These niggas, they bustas. I put 'em in ditches, I put 'em on crutches.

Slanging them cutters, I get the business. I done lost too many niggas to too many losses.

He wouldn't ball, bust in his trailer, he took the poster.

Got caught by the vultures, if you slip, then it might cost you.

Jeepers Creepers in these rollers, best leave home with your revolvers.

I hope your beeper got extensions 'cause them boys gotta shoot.

It's 'bout who catch the other slipping, snap off choppers and whoop. I pray I come home to Kyna, it's me, young boy, and that llama.

Been a young boy 'bout that drama, Thug and Devil designer, boss man.

Double fold designer, put my trust up in these thugs. No trust, no love.

Say, bitch, I get it up in blood. Tell me, where did I go wrong?

Where did I go wrong? We just wanted to get on. Bitch, I get it up in blood.

I had so many niggas gone, so many coming home. For my team, I put on.

Bitch, I get it up in blood, nigga.

Say, bitch, I get it up in blood. I get it up in blood.