[Bloody Jay] Shoot-outs on the daily I’m tryna make it to see my baby Fuck you pay me in an all red mercedes (that Benz)
Every day a fashion show gotta stay off in the latest (that fashion) Swear this street shit raised us (it did) And that gangsta shit made us (yes yes yes) Open up your eyes and sharpen up your game Streets is a dirty game
[Bloody Jay] For the money nigga we coming through your front door Front line nigga yeah I was front row Front and center get paid for the blocks like a sinner Took a lot of losses just for us to become winners Born sinners, eating steak dinners Smashing off the lot, we ain’t riding rentals Hating muhfuckas thought we was gon stay down
Shoot-outs board day I tote that K ‘round Draped in Louis V, Balenciaga runners All this money round ain´t no time for fumbles So I tightened up on my game and made my vision tunnel Kill em with success I watched them haters crumble
[Bloody Jay] Shoot-outs on the daily I’m tryna make it to see my baby Fuck you pay me in an all red mercedes (that Benz) Every day a fashion show gotta stay off in the latest (that fashion) Swear this street shit raised us (it did) And that gangsta shit made us (yes yes yes) Open up your eyes and sharpen up your game
Streets is a dirty game
[Alley Boy] Yeah Mount my whip to 6 figures screaming fuck a nigga 100 bands on my arm platinum like Jigga Thousands niggas reppin blood but the door unmarked Lotta niggas trappin hard, the rest of em rob Had to get it out the mud, the set wasn’t gave to me Game was gave to me, the block was all they gave to me They murdered Nut I damn near cried a river Body for body, simple Murkin shit til December, we crashing when I see you fish fry’s in the winter Ima let lil one em spend em, I’m still missing my nigga
It’s a lot of pussy on this plate, its gon be a late dinner It’s never too late to hit em, put his partner on a shirt with em
[Bloody Jay] Shoot-outs on the daily I’m tryna make it to see my baby Fuck you pay me in an all red mercedes (that Benz) Every day a fashion show gotta stay off in the latest (that fashion) Swear this street shit raised us (it did) And that gangsta shit made us (yes yes yes) Open up your eyes and sharpen up your game Streets is a dirty game
[Major Grams]
Naw Naw, yall pussy ass niggas stay over there Real shit back, all this fake shit finna get exposed Yall niggas play fair keep that shit in the streets It’s a dirty game who really blame Yall opened up the door for this shit, we gon close em Straight like that FIB Nut Anybody get got damn duct taped, you know how we boming FIP Nut Man FIP Young Mu FIP Gangsta FIP to All the muhfucka fallen soldiers, real shit back Here to stay, straight like that bitch