Lyrics: George Stone III/Jeffrey Lynn Jones/Ryan-O'Neil/Al Johnson/Tata Vega
Music: George Stone III/Jeffrey Lynn Jones/Ryan-O'Neil/Al Johnson/Tata Vega
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
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 shit 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 shit but now I need it
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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 other
Who wanna see my empire crumble up or take me from my brother
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 mother
[Chorus]
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