Desire (Rapper), Summrs - Blood Bruddas lyrics

(Woah)

I’m the rookie of the fuckin’ year
Tryna cash out then go from here
If you’re looking for me bitch I’m right here
Bitch, I’m back in that mode
Sippin’ drank I’m losing control
Fuck the highway I’m using the toll
Pop a oxy, yeah that’s three in a row
They scream my name when I hit the door
I was high as hell ridin’ in the Rolls
Tryna put diamonds on ain’t
Really fuck with golds
Got a bad bitch coolin’ wit me
I just dropped a bag up at Fendi


Pullin’ off in the lamb truck
I know they fuckin’ wit’ lil Kobe
Got me seein’ racks on me know wassup
(Wassup) it’s gettin’ dark in the room
Hol’ my wrist up and I light it up
I done put my bitch in some Ricks took her
To the room and she bag it up
I know you wanna come ridе
Keep the bullshit right to the side
Shе not tryna fuck
Consumin’ the fake percs he gon’ die
Lil’ bitch is stupid
Big ol’ clip on the dracs shoot a movie
Ran up my money I got me a toolie
The self defense it not finna do me

Yeah, know when I’m clutching the drac put
This bitch right to your face
My chain could put out fire
I can’t even lie, i’m really him
Ballin’ above the rim
My diamonds gon’ hit when it’s dim
We up, who is them? Smoking on tray no stems
Bad lil' bitch look like Kim
Bought her some shoes, and some Gucci
And Louis
In love wit’ drank, I’m mixin’ the fluids
Stupid lil' boy he gon’ make me do it
Ion got no racks, lil' bitch is you stupid?
My fit to clean, my cup polluted
She got mad cause she wasn’t included
Fucked on her friends and she wasn’t included
Feel on that pussy that bitch is so gooey
I rock the Ksubis but I throw on Trueys
Don’t fuck with me off a perc, I get moody
I’m into this bitch, I’m feelin’ her booty

Pull up 30 clip like a rula
Chain feels like a coola (Like a coola)
I’m with the gang, mob ties
Yo ass might just die
Fuckin’ wit’ me and the guys yeah I get high
All praise to Allah
Yeah I’m playin’ Glock 19 to his head
(To his head) paint the city red
Fuck around population be dead
(Population be dead)

I’m the rookie of the fuckin’ year
Tryna cash out then go from here
If you’re looking for me bitch I’m right here
Bitch, I’m back in that mode
Sippin’ drank I’m losing control
Fuck the highway I’m using the toll
Pop a oxy, yeah that’s three in a row
They scream my name when I hit the door
I was high as hell ridin’ in the Rolls
Tryna put diamonds on ain’t
Really fuck with golds
Got a bad bitch coolin’ wit me
I just dropped a bag up at Fendi