BACK IN BLOOD (FREESTYLE) lyrics

[Intro]
Coka
Situation Gang
We bee takin' sh*t, you can ask the scammers, you canask the drug dealers, ask anybody in your f*ckin’ neighborhood
sh*t don't never stop, if it stop how we gon' keep it goin’?
Go get that sh*t back in blood, n*gga

[Chorus]
The bouncers searched us, how we got so many blixkies in the club?
Kickin' doors, debit or credit, we still trappin', sellin' drugs
Everybody GDK, these rappers tryna catch a buzz
Took your jewelry, or your homies died, come get it back in blood, pus*y, ha
Yeah, come get it back in blood
Don't play stupid you know we took it, come get it back in blood
The opps don't be outside, they hidin', we still spinnin' just because
If you ain’t get that sh*t by now that mean come get it back in blood
These motherf*ckers keep on dyin’, everybody droppin' rakes
Every time the police question me I don’t got sh*t to say
We caught a opp and beat him down, next thing you know he sign with Mase
We tried to pop Popperazzi Po jewelry, all his sh*t was fake
Slime, Coka

[Verse]
You know I always go too far
Walk him down since we bought thirties, ain't no shootin' out the car
[?] Gumbo called me, copped the the plea, kept swearin' on his Hat
All them packs we took from [?] and he ain’t never get that back
Caught a scammer on Atlantic, found out cubans couldn't pop
Drivin' on Kings Highway, sparked a Get Str8, hit him with one shot
Police chase me after shootings only time I had to run
Bro get my hotel, when I left, I want everything back in blood
I heard what happened to your blixk, you thought you lost that sh*t for real
You sold your Cartier watch and your chain, I thought you had a deal?
Mixing' triple stacks and RP 10's, bro keep geekin' off them pills
You caught a murder in Miami, you ain't do that sh*t for real
Drop locations, f*ck this rap sh*t, we could do that sh*t today
You jumped on live and folksnem died, got scared and moved right to the A
Even the opps know you be hidin' so your shooters gotta pay
You better stand up like a man or I'ma push you out the way
Smokin' 'thrax inside the condo
Watchin' gold digger [?] with two strippers, that's a combo
Finesse the regi, scan the barcode
He pulled a chain that said “From Nothing” now we crush him up with fronto
f*ck the 10, my n*ggas really Ninedee
I robbed my cameraman, he think he cam' my video still, I'm really Ninedee
We need some skates the way we really slidin'
Bro caught him takin' out the garbage, Situation Gang on different timin'
[Chorus]
The bouncers searched us, how we got so many blixkies in the club?
Kickin' doors, debit or credit, we still trappin', sellin' drugs
Everybody GDK, these rappers tryna catch a buzz
Took your jewelry, or your homies died, come get it back in blood, pus*y, ha
Yeah, come get it back in blood
Don't play stupid you know we took it, come get it back in blood
The opps don't be outside, they hidin', we still spinnin' just because
If you ain't get that sh*t by now that mean come get it back in blood
These motherf*ckers keep on dyin', everybody droppin' rakes
Every time the police question me I don't got sh*t to say
We caught a opp and beat him down, next thing you know he sign with Mase
We tried to pop Popperazzi Po jewelry, all his sh*t was fake
Slime, Coka

[Outro]
sh*t don't never stop, if it stop how we gon' keep it goin', n*gga?
I been takin' sh*t, n*gga
Gimmie Dat gang
Stain gang, Situation gang, 4L, n*gga
Team Larkin, haha
Huh, trappin' and trappin'