Jedi Mind Tricks, Demoz - Don’t Get Blood On My Gucci lyrics
[Jedi Mind Tricks, Demoz - Don’t Get Blood On My Gucci lyrics]
Ayo, never put a thot over your man
Shit'll get real ugly like when you
Cock a Glock in a jam
Gotta watch for the plot and the scams
You see a bitch in a car
I see a motherfucking cop in a van
Look I ain't getting shot nigga
I'ma drop it and scram
You bit the hand that fed you
And got shot in the hand
Fuck being all local, I'ma pop in Japan
I'm hot like fries when they
Fucking drop in the pan
You hoppin' on bandwagons
I'ma hop in my bag and spit bars, see
Your mom and your pop is a fan
Look, a bitch nigga try to cross
Me like a crossing guard
I'ma rock his ass like a Audemar
Get out the car catch his
Ass at the red light
Then light his ass up like some headlights
Blow his brains left 'cause he
Ain't have his head right
And if your squad with you
There's gon' be a lot of dead mice
Fuck around and gеt shot, my friend
'Cause you can get shot again
You don't wanna diе bring it back
Fuck around and get shot, my friend
'Cause you can get shot again
You don't wanna die bring it back
Look, it's deeper than a grudge (yeah)
Hammer in my hand
You would think I was a judge
If we apply pressure then I'm
Thinkin' he would budge (He will)
Food up on my bootstraps peekin' out the mud
(Got it out the mud)
That's word to my mama (My mama)
You know I'm gon' be holding a
Stick like I'm Bob Barker
Don Giovanni a fly opera (Singer)
The work is gon' move from Uganda to Mombasa
(yeah)
I'm waiting 'til the end of the meal
(The end of the meal)
Until you recognize you got the
Wrong end of the deal
You was wet behind the ears, pa
I been in the field (I been there)
A dealer make you stand so remember to kneel
(Alhamdulillah)
Alhamdulillah for the brain function (yeah)
Slow singin' and flower bringin'
And brain's gushin' (pa pa pa pa)
My OG sturdy, pa, he don't even trip
(He don't) you talkin' 'bout a drive-by
You don't even whip stupid!
Fuck around and get shot, my friend
'Cause you can get shot again
You don't wanna die bring it back
Fuck around and get shot, my friend
'Cause you can get shot again
You don't wanna die bring it back
You don't wanna die you don't wanna die
Shit'll get real ugly like when you
Cock a Glock in a jam
Gotta watch for the plot and the scams
You see a bitch in a car
I see a motherfucking cop in a van
Look I ain't getting shot nigga
I'ma drop it and scram
You bit the hand that fed you
And got shot in the hand
Fuck being all local, I'ma pop in Japan
I'm hot like fries when they
Fucking drop in the pan
You hoppin' on bandwagons
I'ma hop in my bag and spit bars, see
Your mom and your pop is a fan
Look, a bitch nigga try to cross
Me like a crossing guard
I'ma rock his ass like a Audemar
Get out the car catch his
Ass at the red light
Then light his ass up like some headlights
Blow his brains left 'cause he
Ain't have his head right
And if your squad with you
There's gon' be a lot of dead mice
Fuck around and gеt shot, my friend
'Cause you can get shot again
You don't wanna diе bring it back
Fuck around and get shot, my friend
'Cause you can get shot again
You don't wanna die bring it back
Look, it's deeper than a grudge (yeah)
Hammer in my hand
You would think I was a judge
If we apply pressure then I'm
Thinkin' he would budge (He will)
Food up on my bootstraps peekin' out the mud
(Got it out the mud)
That's word to my mama (My mama)
You know I'm gon' be holding a
Stick like I'm Bob Barker
Don Giovanni a fly opera (Singer)
The work is gon' move from Uganda to Mombasa
(yeah)
I'm waiting 'til the end of the meal
(The end of the meal)
Until you recognize you got the
Wrong end of the deal
You was wet behind the ears, pa
I been in the field (I been there)
A dealer make you stand so remember to kneel
(Alhamdulillah)
Alhamdulillah for the brain function (yeah)
Slow singin' and flower bringin'
And brain's gushin' (pa pa pa pa)
My OG sturdy, pa, he don't even trip
(He don't) you talkin' 'bout a drive-by
You don't even whip stupid!
Fuck around and get shot, my friend
'Cause you can get shot again
You don't wanna die bring it back
Fuck around and get shot, my friend
'Cause you can get shot again
You don't wanna die bring it back
You don't wanna die you don't wanna die