Lil Wayne - Bloodline lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Wayne - Bloodline lyrics]
The streets make the hustlas
Hustlas make the world go round
The world is made of keys, ounces and pounds
The keys
Ounces and pounds is made from hustlas
See how shit come back round for ya
Gotta cop it, chop it and cook it
See how shit come back round for ya
Gotta kick in the oven now watch it bubble
And you can knock on my door
But you can't knock the hustle
But I it's like a game of
Twenty-one and I got nineteen
And my J butter put more 'd' on me
Lil Weezy Wee gon eat that's how it is
Got insurance on the floor
Man I'm that positive
And I'm shaggy in the saggy lens
Me an my squad in the paddy wagon tally Benz
And you know I put the mags on that
45 mack with the flash on that who want it
Everybody sing along
Now I'mma ride cuz I got
Riding in my bloodline
And I'mma shine cuz I got
Shining in my bloodline
I get that dough cuz I
Got hustle in my bloodline i bleed concrete
And when I move, I move out with the raw
I move out with the squad
Tools out when we ride we so mob
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture said
And I live by La Costra Nostra set
Fuck around I'll knock your
Shoulder from your head
Get it right I'm a soldier till I'm dead
This kid is white with
Buttonholes inside that bled
I'm pumping o's with lots of hay
I'm so high and really I don't even know why
And oh I just go buy a whole house
And lay my mat down lay her back down
But I never put my mack down
You see the thug in me
You know Weezy he the young son of Bubba-B
Buy my basketball shorts with a thunder B
If you want it then come to me
I'm right here
I'm G'd up
Only follow the code of the streets
Live bad to die good
Know how to move when hustling by
The days with no food but just so I can eat
And ain't it a bitch
And if you see me getting
Fat I'm probably getting rich
And you probably can see me
For some crack before six
And after that it's all bricks
A fake and my palm is
Wrapped around this eight
And my arm because the dirty
South is straight Vietnam
I skate with the bomb
I'm asking you don't play with me at all
Shots hit your ass and make three of y'all
It'll take three of y'all to
Fill one of my shoeprints
Cuz I did and do shit
That's better than new shit
Fit for two clips the kid is a nuisance
Awww man
He's inspired by his own gangsta music
And the Blueprint
Cruising through stoop with the ewe lit
Like ooh shit this is more than weed
It's 500 Degreez
Hustlas make the world go round
The world is made of keys, ounces and pounds
The keys
Ounces and pounds is made from hustlas
See how shit come back round for ya
Gotta cop it, chop it and cook it
See how shit come back round for ya
Gotta kick in the oven now watch it bubble
And you can knock on my door
But you can't knock the hustle
But I it's like a game of
Twenty-one and I got nineteen
And my J butter put more 'd' on me
Lil Weezy Wee gon eat that's how it is
Got insurance on the floor
Man I'm that positive
And I'm shaggy in the saggy lens
Me an my squad in the paddy wagon tally Benz
And you know I put the mags on that
45 mack with the flash on that who want it
Everybody sing along
Now I'mma ride cuz I got
Riding in my bloodline
And I'mma shine cuz I got
Shining in my bloodline
I get that dough cuz I
Got hustle in my bloodline i bleed concrete
And when I move, I move out with the raw
I move out with the squad
Tools out when we ride we so mob
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture said
And I live by La Costra Nostra set
Fuck around I'll knock your
Shoulder from your head
Get it right I'm a soldier till I'm dead
This kid is white with
Buttonholes inside that bled
I'm pumping o's with lots of hay
I'm so high and really I don't even know why
And oh I just go buy a whole house
And lay my mat down lay her back down
But I never put my mack down
You see the thug in me
You know Weezy he the young son of Bubba-B
Buy my basketball shorts with a thunder B
If you want it then come to me
I'm right here
I'm G'd up
Only follow the code of the streets
Live bad to die good
Know how to move when hustling by
The days with no food but just so I can eat
And ain't it a bitch
And if you see me getting
Fat I'm probably getting rich
And you probably can see me
For some crack before six
And after that it's all bricks
A fake and my palm is
Wrapped around this eight
And my arm because the dirty
South is straight Vietnam
I skate with the bomb
I'm asking you don't play with me at all
Shots hit your ass and make three of y'all
It'll take three of y'all to
Fill one of my shoeprints
Cuz I did and do shit
That's better than new shit
Fit for two clips the kid is a nuisance
Awww man
He's inspired by his own gangsta music
And the Blueprint
Cruising through stoop with the ewe lit
Like ooh shit this is more than weed
It's 500 Degreez