Bloody Shoes lyrics

[Intro]
What you wanna do?
Yeah, TBG Gorilla Gang i'm Gee Money boo, aye
I make money moves
(Shout out to cardi man let me hit this b*tch)

[Verse 1]
Lit n*gga you can't f*ck wit me i got my papper up
Yeah I hear them n*ggas talking sh*t they bet not play wit us
Most them n*ggas blew up from BR they was fake as f*ck
When i blow my team blow thats what im trying to make it for
I dont know why he hatting guess he mad bout a b*tch
All yall use to claim TBG, look how you n*ggas switched
How the f*ck you got a bag if you always on my di*k
I ain't trippin in that audi b*tch im ballin im the sh*t
Came from the street i was stuck up in the trenches
Motherf*ck a vette i just wanna get a bently
n*ggas hatting on me they dont wanna see me wit it
Sickest in my city i dont got no competition

[Verse 2]
Pull up i thuggin forreal (Thuggin)
Did this sh*t without a deal (Forreal)
Talking sh*t you better chill (Chill out)
Shooters pull up to yo crib (POW)
I got more cells then a jail (Yeah)
Hoes be messy as hell (Baby momma)
I did this sh*t by myself (I did)
NBA i think im Steph (Ballin)
Wagon pull up in the hood (Uuh)
I dont f*ck 'round with no rentals (Never)
On the gram like you gettin money (Forreal?)
All of these n*ggas pretenders (They lien)
Every day i wake up i be thinking bout a bag
Headed to the money got a n*gga going fast
Pull up in to {?} house finna get a jag
n*gga tried to kill me got to hittin threw the glass
I ain't get shot his eyes must of been clothes
Same n*gga did it n*gga came for his soul
Solid till the end never bend never fold
Pull up in a benz gettin it in on the road
[Outro]
Street n*gga
You can't f*ck wit me if you wanted too
Run up on me like you stupid watch how quick you make the news
I ain't worried bout no n*gga im just doing what i do
Ran that bag up in the trenches steppin in some bloody shoes