作词 : George Stone III/Jeffrey Lynn Jones/Ryan-O'Neil/Al Johnson/Tata Vega

作曲 : George Stone III/Jeffrey Lynn Jones/Ryan-O'Neil/Al Johnson/Tata Vega

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I done done my shit, duck, reload clip and then pop back out

I done had my block on lock so long, it wanna tap out (FOREVEROLLING)

Deep inside the belly of the **** these niggas rap 'bout

I don't want no tee to get on my feet and pass my pack out

Lil' bro don't tell me nothing about his beef when he come cash out

Front him what he cop, he come re-up before his last ounce

All he know is work his Draco, flipphone, and his traphouse

Stood over that stove without no mask, I damn near passed out

Whip and add that cut, nigga, don't give up, you in that bag now

treat them Teslas like a feature

And once they hear you killed one, they gon' come back like they need you

This crystal raw, will turn a soccer mom into a demon

I never saw nothing like this before until I seen it

I ain't never knew I was addicted to this **** but now I need it

Yeah, I wanna see blood, I wanna see blood

Break down in that kitchen, make it glisten out the mud

Yeah, I wanna see blood, I wanna see blood

This that feeling first time when your niggas gave you a gun

Yeah, I wanna see blood, I wanna see blood

Money, murders, burners, make the FBI

Yeah, I wanna see blood, I wanna see blood

I wanna see, yeah, I wanna see blood

Yeah, niggas be forgetting that they got wet now 'cause it's sunny

Pneumonia, weather, whatever, wipe his nose, it was runny

You moving funny like you a undy, knock him a dummy

It ain't 'bout no money, it's the urge to leave a nigga bloody

I gave double what they wanted, guess it wasn't enough or something

And I slid through the field muddy, tryna hit some like it's rugby

I can't let it slide, he gotta die, even if we ****

You'll never want for nothing, stay loyal, I got you covered

You don't cross that line, shit, it's landmines on the othe

Who wanna see my empire crumble up or take me from my brothe

I ain't freezing up, I'm dumping

Thirty hop out, car still running

All we need to know who done it

And I'm gon' dump 'em, on my mothe

Yeah, I wanna see blood, I wanna see blood

Break down in that kitchen, make it glisten out the mud

Yeah, I wanna see blood, I wanna see blood

This that feeling first time when your niggas gave you a gun

Yeah, I wanna see blood, I wanna see blood

Money, murders, burners, make the FBI

Yeah, I wanna see blood, I wanna see blood

I wanna see, yeah, I wanna see blood