Dyscaine - Blood Money lyrics
[Dyscaine - Blood Money lyrics]
If the kid nose runny, I got Big Glo money
Grab the stick, hit the whip
And bring the switch clothes for me
Snatch your wrist, tag your crib
A snitch won’t get none from me
Stashing bricks, thrash your shit and dip
Fore pigs start coming
Got no mask on my face
I ain’t one to get a sketch
Bet a nigga get erased
I flip the Dixon on it's end
XD chilling by my waist, that nigga rolling
When you dead
I bet the sight real scary when
I brand that nigga head
Only hasty if you talking brazy
Nigga where yo gun at
Beat him til you seeing hazy
Bitch that’s where the fun at
Big Bill Drilling
Give a fuck bout where the ones at
Only throw a flag when I leave
Him where his gut at
A disaster, currency, need faster
Hesitating wetting kids
My glizzy be a pastor
All they know is stature
And what he be after
If they think this hood is dark
What’s in it even blacker
Something like a stuntman, 22
Shoot with one hand
Nigga see this barrel tryna dodge
It like he Jumpman jumping out his Jumpmans
Nigga clash with one man
Saying he was jumped, and
Right under the sun
You can see he tryna front, man
Almost caught a suntan
Don't make me rush you
Getcho ass up out the car!
Get up out the car! (Aight)
Get out! (Aight nigga, I'm pullin')
Nigga I got your "alright"
Get your motherfucking ass the car now!
If the kid nose runny, I got Big Glo money
Grab the stick, hit the whip
And bring the switch clothes for me
Snatch your wrist, tag your crib
A snitch won’t get none from me
Stashing bricks, thrash your shit and dip
Fore pigs start coming
If the kid nose runny, I got Big Glo money
Grab the stick, hit the whip
And bring the switch clothes for me
Snatch your wrist, tag your crib
A snitch won’t get none from me
Stashing bricks, thrash your shit and dip
Fore pigs start coming
Grab the stick, hit the whip
And bring the switch clothes for me
Snatch your wrist, tag your crib
A snitch won’t get none from me
Stashing bricks, thrash your shit and dip
Fore pigs start coming
Got no mask on my face
I ain’t one to get a sketch
Bet a nigga get erased
I flip the Dixon on it's end
XD chilling by my waist, that nigga rolling
When you dead
I bet the sight real scary when
I brand that nigga head
Only hasty if you talking brazy
Nigga where yo gun at
Beat him til you seeing hazy
Bitch that’s where the fun at
Big Bill Drilling
Give a fuck bout where the ones at
Only throw a flag when I leave
Him where his gut at
A disaster, currency, need faster
Hesitating wetting kids
My glizzy be a pastor
All they know is stature
And what he be after
If they think this hood is dark
What’s in it even blacker
Something like a stuntman, 22
Shoot with one hand
Nigga see this barrel tryna dodge
It like he Jumpman jumping out his Jumpmans
Nigga clash with one man
Saying he was jumped, and
Right under the sun
You can see he tryna front, man
Almost caught a suntan
Don't make me rush you
Getcho ass up out the car!
Get up out the car! (Aight)
Get out! (Aight nigga, I'm pullin')
Nigga I got your "alright"
Get your motherfucking ass the car now!
If the kid nose runny, I got Big Glo money
Grab the stick, hit the whip
And bring the switch clothes for me
Snatch your wrist, tag your crib
A snitch won’t get none from me
Stashing bricks, thrash your shit and dip
Fore pigs start coming
If the kid nose runny, I got Big Glo money
Grab the stick, hit the whip
And bring the switch clothes for me
Snatch your wrist, tag your crib
A snitch won’t get none from me
Stashing bricks, thrash your shit and dip
Fore pigs start coming