Blood All On it (feat. Key Glock, Young Dolph) (Explicit) - Gucci Mane/Key Glock/Young Dolph

Lyrics by：Radric Davis/Krishon Gaines/Brandon Bradley/Markeyvius Cathey

Young Dolph：

Let the BandPlay

Yeah yeah uh yeah uh yeah uh

Okay ayy

Cash out if I want it

For real though

The money got blood all on it

For real though

The money got blood all on it yeah

The money got blood all on it

For real though

Bad b***h with me on it

For real though

N***a wanna be me don't it

But the money got blood all on it

Yeah the money got blood all on it

Hey

My young n***as ready to shoot

D**n

'Cause they ain't got nothin' to lose

D**n

He said it's f**k everybody and f**k everything he got somethin' to prove

D**n

In the trenches pullin' moves

Got 'em

A hundred racks in blues

Franks

In a shoebox hell nah them ain't no motherf**kin' shoes

Racks ayy what you do n***a

Took the motor out a 'Vette put it in a Chevelle

Switch it up

Do my dirt all by myself 'cause these n***as gon' tell

I swear

She look like God sent her from Heaven but she fine as hell

Bad

I'm sendin' strong to five states man I just broke my scale

Uh

Lil' cuz just caught a murder charge and I just post his bail

Yeah

Doing donuts in a 'Rari I'm a major player

Skrrt

Send bags to the hood and to the opps I send some shells

Yeah

Never talk on a phone and never leave a paper trail

Super bad b***h with a body like Buffy

Woah

Went to see my jeweler spent a million like it's nothin'

A million

I got on too much ice she caught the flu when she f**k me

Uh

Plain jane Richard Mille I told my jeweler "Bust it"

Cash out if I want it

For real though

The money got blood all on it

For real though

The money got blood all on it yeah

The money got blood all on it

For real though

Bad b***h with me on it

For real though

N***a wanna be me don't it

But the money got blood all on it

Yeah the money got blood all on it

Hey

My young n***as ready to shoot

D**n

'Cause they ain't got nothin' to lose

D**n

He said it's f**k everybody and f**k everything he got somethin' to prove

D**n

In the trenches pullin' moves

Got 'em

A hundred racks in blues

Franks

In a shoebox hell nah them ain't no motherf**kin' shoes

Racks

Gucci Mane：

At the top where it get real lonely

Just might put a dub on homie

New Phantom with the Forgis on it

Forgis

And the paint got blood all on it

Ah

These n***as ain't eatin' they starvin'

Nah

I can see 'cause they crew gettin' boney

These suckers do nothing but clout chase

These boys just some one-trick ponies

P***ies

Man this rap game so d**n phony

These n***as a bunch of Jabronies

H*es

Everything you got they want it

That's why I'm still up on it

Just told my hitter he on it

N***a better break fast like Shoney's

And I got my bag like Tony

These n***as wanna clone me don't it

Huh

I went from ridin' a V12 switched it up and now my motor electric

I stacked up way more millions than haters expected

You gotta shoot for your respect that's how you send a message

You gotta do what you gotta do to keep family protected

Key Glock/Gucci Mane：

Cash out when I want it yeah

These b***hes know how I'm comin' yeah

These n***as know how I'm comin' yeah

The b***hes know how I'm comin'

Why they call you Tony

'Cause I pop s**t by my lonely

Pocket full of Crip-blue hunnids yeah

Money got blood all on it

Key Glock：

Yeah I'm the one not the two

Two

I turn a one to a two

Two

I'm havin' racks yeah I got the bag

Yeah I put the bag on you you

I put the bag on you too inside my Hellcat ragù

I'm goin' nuts I keep me a tool

They like this young n***a a loose screw

Yeah took the doors off my McLaren put it on my Urus ayy

Don't compare me to no rapper 'cause these n***as weird ayy

They done pissed me off it's codeine all up in my urine ayy

When it come to shootin' s**t my jumper be the purest

Young Dolph/Key Glock：

Cash out if I want it

The money got blood all on it

The money got blood all on it yeah

The money got blood all on it

Bad b***h with me on it

N***a wanna be me don't it

But the money got blood all on it

Yeah the money got blood all on it

My young n***as ready to shoot

D**n

'Cause they ain't got nothin' to lose

D**n

He said it's f**k everybody and f**k everything he got somethin' to prove

D**n

In the trenches pullin' moves

Got 'em

A hundred racks in blues

Franks

In a shoebox hell nah them ain't no motherf**kin' shoes

Racks