Matti Baybee, Capo, Blood Money - What You Living For текст песни

Tryna see what we livin' for
I am sayin', man I am livin' for GLO
What you livin' for? We GLO'd all up
Blood Gang,  Mula Gang, nigga woo!
Rip Cap, ayy gang!

Bitch I'm livin' for Blood
It get bloody hit, bitch, ain't no love
All my niggas gon' give me a purp
All Designer, I'm fly like a bug
Made them racks just to step in the club
Fresh as hell like I stepped in a tub
Wanna talk that's full of money in my condo
Niggas killed Blood Money 'cause they
Know what I know
They know what I was since I was young
I know niggas finessin' the juug
I know niggas in front of that judge
I do what I do bitch you can't judge
I know niggas who stuck in the trap
I know niggas who ain't gotta rap
Bitch, I'm cappin' and I think that I'm Cap
Bitch, I'm cappin' so I be Cap, uh

Wooah, Abandoned (Niggas know that shit)
Trap House (Blood Gang nigga)
Trap House (Cappin' nigga) glo'd all up
Big Glo put the cameras on me, Glo Gang

You can tell opp nigga look dirty
See the glo niggas get nerves
Twelve gauges and thirties
Twenty five thousands for a version
Black steel shit still purging
Keep dope stash in the torsion
Lookin' for a lick got guns and bricks
Imma leave a nigga dead no worries
Nigga, I ain't never been scared
I like bald head pussy no hairy (yeah)
Big guap on me and bad lil bitch
She remind me of Hally Berry
Money only thing I'ma marry
Got a AK same height as KayKay
On JayJay yall niggas look scared

Got me fucked up they got me fucked up man
Blood, whoaa talk to me baby
Does any body know don't nobody know

They took Big Glo
So I don't know what I am livin' for
(Don't know what I am livin' for)
They took Big Glo, so I am runnin' this shit
Puttin' everybody shit on the floor
(Everybody shit on the floor)
Big Glo left me Choppas and MACs
So what's up with you nigga
I am ready for war
(Nigga, I'm ready for war)
See a opp, roll on, pull on any nigga block
Slid the doors on him (Boom boom)
Where I am from, in the field
Keep 'em poles on 'em (Gang)
Late night like a high, tryna pour something
(Gang)
Out early, totin' guns, where birds hummin'
(Gang)
Shorties hallow 4-7 when the jakes comin'
(4-7)
Real nigga from the streets and I had nothing
(Nah) i was into shootin' guns
Wasn't into hustlin' (Boom boom boom)
And if you run up on the GLO
It must be when his top split (Nah)
And I ain't talkin' Makaway's but
We got the hot shit (Gang, gang)
Woo! Glo in Heaven Big Glo
Does anybody know? Does anybody know?
Gang!