Lil Wayne - Blood Klot lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Wayne - Blood Klot lyrics]
What the blood klot? What the blood klot?
Imma rude boy, with me dreadlock
Dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta
Imma rude, badman shotta
What the blood klot? What the blood klot?
Imma rude boy, with me dreadlock
Imma bad boy, Imma 2Pac
Choppa choppin half off like a coupon
Imma lil nigga, please do not, feel froggy
Cuz if you high
Imma boom bap bap, with the oowap bap
You ain't know we call the uzi the oowap
I don't do cops, I don't do wap
I don't do bitches, that act bourgeois
Excuse my french, I just do moi
But she do coke, she do molly
She do moonrock yeah
Amen, Hallelujah
Weezy threw a snitch off the rooftop, bye
Convertibles, I don't do tops
I don't do carlots, I do the dupont
Balling and what not
Bitch I've been ballin since the hook shot
When I saw my first mil' I ain't look shocked
Take a sip and pop a pill when the hook drop
Take a sip and pop a pill when the hook drop
Take a sip and pop a pill when the hook drop
Dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta
Tunechi rude boy, bad man hear my shotta
What the blood klot? What the blood klot?
Im in the two door Benz
Coupe with the bug eyes
Im in the two door Benz Coupe
Bumpin Thug Life im in a two cup
Congregration sippin mud slides (pour up)
211s at night, 187s broad daylight
Catch you at a red light
Make it yo grave sight (bap bap)
Guns clappin so loud, give you stage fright
Banana clips look like a
Banana in a tail-pipe
And niggas in wheelchairs is half-dead
Niggas with real money is in the feds
They just ran in my house last week
Damn, I wasn't home I was in the streets
I ain't never home, I be in the streets
A money hound, giving hoes the runaround
It been fuck the world, it wanna cuddle now
I ain't fucking with them niggas
Cuz they funny style
I ain't fucking with them niggas
Cuz they funny style
I ain't fucking with them niggas
Cuz they funny style
100 pounds in the trunk, drove a 100 mile
Make a deal we drop it off
And then we turn around hunt you down
Take your shit and then we gun you down
I fix your frown
Leave my footprints on your stomping ground
I feel my high coming down
Roll another ounce
Hate when my hoes come in town unannounced
I got my own ups and downs
You lil niggas don't do shit
But make my stomach growl
Take a shower with your bitch and
Let her rub me down
She say you tiny but that
Dick looks like it muclebound
Give me the pussy, tear it up and down
Doing circles in the pussy
I don't fuck around
Crash dummies better dumb it down
Better buckle up and stay buckled down
Smoking on the loud and we love the sound
Yeah, sweet as Gil Scott
Yeah, looking like guwap
Take a sip and pop a pill when the hook drop
When the hook drop
Take a sip and pop a pill when the hook drop
Dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta
Tunechi badman, rude boy, Imma shotta blowup
Dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta
Tunechi badman, rude boy, Imma shotta
Dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta
Tunechi badman, rude boy, Imma shotta blowup
Ouuwee mula baby
What the blood klot? What the blood klot?
Imma rude boy, with me dreadlock
Dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta
Imma rude, badman shotta
No Ceilings
Imma rude boy, with me dreadlock
Dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta
Imma rude, badman shotta
What the blood klot? What the blood klot?
Imma rude boy, with me dreadlock
Imma bad boy, Imma 2Pac
Choppa choppin half off like a coupon
Imma lil nigga, please do not, feel froggy
Cuz if you high
Imma boom bap bap, with the oowap bap
You ain't know we call the uzi the oowap
I don't do cops, I don't do wap
I don't do bitches, that act bourgeois
Excuse my french, I just do moi
But she do coke, she do molly
She do moonrock yeah
Amen, Hallelujah
Weezy threw a snitch off the rooftop, bye
Convertibles, I don't do tops
I don't do carlots, I do the dupont
Balling and what not
Bitch I've been ballin since the hook shot
When I saw my first mil' I ain't look shocked
Take a sip and pop a pill when the hook drop
Take a sip and pop a pill when the hook drop
Take a sip and pop a pill when the hook drop
Dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta
Tunechi rude boy, bad man hear my shotta
What the blood klot? What the blood klot?
Im in the two door Benz
Coupe with the bug eyes
Im in the two door Benz Coupe
Bumpin Thug Life im in a two cup
Congregration sippin mud slides (pour up)
211s at night, 187s broad daylight
Catch you at a red light
Make it yo grave sight (bap bap)
Guns clappin so loud, give you stage fright
Banana clips look like a
Banana in a tail-pipe
And niggas in wheelchairs is half-dead
Niggas with real money is in the feds
They just ran in my house last week
Damn, I wasn't home I was in the streets
I ain't never home, I be in the streets
A money hound, giving hoes the runaround
It been fuck the world, it wanna cuddle now
I ain't fucking with them niggas
Cuz they funny style
I ain't fucking with them niggas
Cuz they funny style
I ain't fucking with them niggas
Cuz they funny style
100 pounds in the trunk, drove a 100 mile
Make a deal we drop it off
And then we turn around hunt you down
Take your shit and then we gun you down
I fix your frown
Leave my footprints on your stomping ground
I feel my high coming down
Roll another ounce
Hate when my hoes come in town unannounced
I got my own ups and downs
You lil niggas don't do shit
But make my stomach growl
Take a shower with your bitch and
Let her rub me down
She say you tiny but that
Dick looks like it muclebound
Give me the pussy, tear it up and down
Doing circles in the pussy
I don't fuck around
Crash dummies better dumb it down
Better buckle up and stay buckled down
Smoking on the loud and we love the sound
Yeah, sweet as Gil Scott
Yeah, looking like guwap
Take a sip and pop a pill when the hook drop
When the hook drop
Take a sip and pop a pill when the hook drop
Dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta
Tunechi badman, rude boy, Imma shotta blowup
Dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta
Tunechi badman, rude boy, Imma shotta
Dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta
Tunechi badman, rude boy, Imma shotta blowup
Ouuwee mula baby
What the blood klot? What the blood klot?
Imma rude boy, with me dreadlock
Dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta
Imma rude, badman shotta
No Ceilings