Logic, YG - Blood In Blood Out lyrics
Logic [Sir Robert Bryson Hall II] Rockville, Maryland, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Logic, YG - Blood In Blood Out lyrics]
Blood in blood in, blood out, uh
Blood in, blood out, blood in, blood out
Blood in, blood out, blood in, blood out
Blood in, blood out, blood in, blood out
That life what you (Uh oh) ain't 'bout
Blood in, blood out, blood in, blood out
Blood in, blood out, blood in, blood out
Blood in, blood out, blood in, blood out
(Uh oh) Make a bitch nigga disappear
Tied out
Yeah
Hold up, wait a minute, I'ma get it like this
Take your life like this
I ain't finna write a diss
I'ma write it like this
Know you want it like this 400 like this
No, I can't fuck with a bitch, uh
No, I can't fuck with the bitch, uh
No, I can't fuck with no bitch, yeah
No, I can't fuck with no switch-up
Fuck with me, I fuck your bitch up
PLP, 'less you step to me or my family
Logic, switch the topic
Smoke them cookies, Berner dropping
Knew he hooked the boy up so good but
That shit so good I copped it
When I'm all alone, in my home
Smoking trees, I'm in the zone
Thinking 'bout the brothers we done
Lost in thеse streets
But we still persеvering
We can't comprehend defeat
Tryna keep they cool
But they can't comprehend the heat
My bad YG
I meant to say that they can't keep they bool
'Cause I'm rapping on your shit
Mama ain't raised no fool
Everybody know that Logic, yeah, he do the do
I won't leave no one alive when
I'm done and through, get it, ayy
All the ladies want it 'cause it feel right
Uh never one to party but I still might
Bad bitches
That's the type of shit I still like
Smoke trees
Don't need to know what the pill like
Bitch, please, you Insta famous
I'm real life
Got the keys to this Ferrari, I'ma skrrt off
Yeah, that boy hitting the gym
Let me take my shirt off
Yeah, these haters talking shit
Let me dust the dirt off
I'm the king of this shit
Won't let these other rappers get a word off
Blood in, blood out, blood in, blood out
Blood in, blood out, blood in, blood out
Blood in, blood out, blood in, blood out
That life what you (Uh oh) ain't 'bout
Blood in, blood out, blood in, blood out
Blood in, blood out, blood in, blood out
Blood in, blood out, blood in, blood out
(Uh oh) Make a bitch nigga disappear
Tied out
Blood in, blood out, blood in, blood out
Blood in, blood out, blood in, blood out
Blood in, blood out, blood in, blood out
That life what you (Uh oh) ain't 'bout
Blood in, blood out, blood in, blood out
Blood in, blood out, blood in, blood out
Blood in, blood out, blood in, blood out
(Uh oh) Make a bitch nigga disappear
Tied out
Blood in, blood out, blood in, blood out
Blood in, blood out, blood in, blood out
Blood in, blood out, blood in, blood out
That life what you (Uh oh) ain't 'bout
Blood in, blood out, blood in, blood out
Blood in, blood out, blood in, blood out
Blood in, blood out, blood in, blood out
(Uh oh) Make a bitch nigga disappear
Tied out
Yeah
Hold up, wait a minute, I'ma get it like this
Take your life like this
I ain't finna write a diss
I'ma write it like this
Know you want it like this 400 like this
No, I can't fuck with a bitch, uh
No, I can't fuck with the bitch, uh
No, I can't fuck with no bitch, yeah
No, I can't fuck with no switch-up
Fuck with me, I fuck your bitch up
PLP, 'less you step to me or my family
Logic, switch the topic
Smoke them cookies, Berner dropping
Knew he hooked the boy up so good but
That shit so good I copped it
When I'm all alone, in my home
Smoking trees, I'm in the zone
Thinking 'bout the brothers we done
Lost in thеse streets
But we still persеvering
We can't comprehend defeat
Tryna keep they cool
But they can't comprehend the heat
My bad YG
I meant to say that they can't keep they bool
'Cause I'm rapping on your shit
Mama ain't raised no fool
Everybody know that Logic, yeah, he do the do
I won't leave no one alive when
I'm done and through, get it, ayy
All the ladies want it 'cause it feel right
Uh never one to party but I still might
Bad bitches
That's the type of shit I still like
Smoke trees
Don't need to know what the pill like
Bitch, please, you Insta famous
I'm real life
Got the keys to this Ferrari, I'ma skrrt off
Yeah, that boy hitting the gym
Let me take my shirt off
Yeah, these haters talking shit
Let me dust the dirt off
I'm the king of this shit
Won't let these other rappers get a word off
Blood in, blood out, blood in, blood out
Blood in, blood out, blood in, blood out
Blood in, blood out, blood in, blood out
That life what you (Uh oh) ain't 'bout
Blood in, blood out, blood in, blood out
Blood in, blood out, blood in, blood out
Blood in, blood out, blood in, blood out
(Uh oh) Make a bitch nigga disappear
Tied out
Blood in, blood out, blood in, blood out
Blood in, blood out, blood in, blood out
Blood in, blood out, blood in, blood out
That life what you (Uh oh) ain't 'bout
Blood in, blood out, blood in, blood out
Blood in, blood out, blood in, blood out
Blood in, blood out, blood in, blood out
(Uh oh) Make a bitch nigga disappear
Tied out