Blood & Crip lyrics

(Chorus)
Put that Draco to his noggin, squeeze
Pop 'em if you bout that life
That n*gga tote Glocks in penitentiary
Same thing as a pocket Knife
Trap but we don't get indited
Knock your di*k up in the dirt
Wait for your brother dead, Put that b*tch up on a shirt
I know n*ggas not bout gunplay
I'm focused we all gotta die one day
Red, blue bullet tips
My gun Blood and Crips
This a FN (what you do)
30 out my pistol
Don't you call me twin, Cause I wanna f*ck your sista'

(Verse 1)
What the murder weapon was? Was a 38 ( what it is?)
Don't you call me bout no b*tch, I go 38 (I go 38)
I be ballin' on this b*tch like the NBA (Like the Nba)
I know I can leave this b*tch now anyday
Cause a n*gga might wanna do me something bad for what though
I don't know if it's Paper, Jealousy, a n*gga donе hit his hoe (hit his hoe)
We don't givе n*ggas gap, We give 'em halos (halos)
Pull up trap house mmhh mmhh, Usain Bolt
Look at them, look at us
Them n*ggas drownin' we ain't in the same boat (No)
30 on a charm
Imma goat if i seen lil shawty my addy, It's gone bring her to a farm
Two-toned rolly, White gold rolly I was too alarmed ( I got Two Arms)
It's easy to say you love me
You say ashy we bout to get covers (cover for his weak ass)
I'm from where they rob they own brother
Any youngins steal from they mothers
Most died with they cuttas
We ain't shootin without a [?]
(Chorus)
Put that Draco to his noggin, squeeze
Pop 'em if you bout that life
That n*gga tote Glocks in penitentiary
Same thing as a pocket Knife
Trap but we don't get indited
Knock your di*k up in the dirt
Wait for your brother dead, Put that b*tch up on a shirt
I know n*ggas not bout gunplay
I'm focused we all gotta die one day
Red, blue bullet tips
My gun Blood and Crips
This a FN (what you do)
30 out my pistol
Don't you call me twin, Cause I wanna f*ck your sista'

(Verse 2)
Blue rag, Red rag, Black flag, Ski mask
Lay em down
n*gga came through bussin' we had to air it out (had to air it)
His momma hate 'em poppin percocet and hide his guns
His n*ggas love 'em, so for them he always down to ride
The opps love Kel Tecs, I wonder why I ain't killed yet
The opps tote yopsticks, why my blood ain't got mopped yet
8 in belly so I coulda bought a pair amiris
Free Lil duke he finna touch down like hail mary
Glock ain't got no safety b*tch I'm Eric Berry
This b*tch a Jalen Ramsey
Got the drop on him like, I just got booked for a show
Woke up scratch a name out my list like I'm Derrick Rose
(Chorus)
Put that Draco to his noggin, squeeze
Pop 'em if you bout that life
That n*gga tote Glocks in penitentiary
Same thing as a pocket Knife
Trap but we don't get indited
Knock your di*k up in the dirt
Wait for your brother dead, Put that b*tch up on a shirt
I know n*ggas not bout gunplay
I'm focused we all gotta die one day
Red, blue bullet tips
My gun Blood and Crips
This a FN (what you do)
30 out my pistol
Don't you call me twin, Cause I wanna f*ck your sista'