damjonboi - more blood lyrics
[intro: fettie]
(jose the plug)
they never touched me
gang sh+t
ayy
ayy, boi, n+ggas ain’t really f+ckin’ with us, though
run this check with a feeling, n+gga
gang
it’s fettie, n+gga (it’s that way)
ayy (ayy)
[verse 1: fettie]
time to set the record straight, b+tch, let me regulate (yeah)
always been the one to have the b+tch, i ain’t never late (i do)
always been the one to go get it, i ain’t never hate
twenty to me on my first l!ck, we was jackin’ j’s
i think i served my first dope fiend 2008 (ahh)
must’ve served twenty aunties off a glass plate
my grandaddy was a preacher, mama f+cked with the yay (real)
pops used to run the dope spot back in ’88
just dropped two fours of wockesha, this my last eight (ahh, ahh)
i think i’m tired of f+ckin’ with this b+tch, this my last day
i told myself i’m done with the dope, this my last slate
and then a n+gga hit my flip phone for a thousand bricks
my old b+tch met my new b+tch and i f+cked ’em both (skrrt, skrrt)
took my hoes, started cheatin’ on each other, i dumped ’em both (haha)
i’m tired of rappin’ ’bout my dead opps, so i dropped a ghost
[?] startin’ yellin’, “more blood”, and we upped the score
[verse 2: damjonboi]
huh, ayy, i’m a f+ckin’ dog (real)
we ain’t trippin’ on no b+tches, we done f+cked ’em all
lame n+ggas keep fallin’ in love, he done cuffed ’em all
hit the set with a twenty piece just to f+ck it off
in a foreign with a foreign gettin’ sucked (gettin’ sucked)
if them b+tches get behind me, then i’m f+cked (d+mn)
i ain’t never missed with this b+tch, n+gga, i’m clutch (yeah)
lame n+gga talkin’ down, so it’s up
i could’ve swear i told you n+ggas we was bomin’ back
put your b+tch on the road and make her bring a hundred back (yeah, yeah)
we ain’t trippin’ on the hate, i know what come with that
try to ride through the zone, better come with strap (woo, b+tch)
mmm, i’m just statin’ facts (for real)
i just f+cked off a dub, but i’ma make it back (no cap)
i told this b+tch that i love her, i’ma take it back
me and plug daily with this sh+t, n+gga, straight from scratch (woo)
ah, this sh+t gettin’ real, so why you playin’? (huh?)
can’t let these n+ggas take me, i ain’t goin’, i’m just sayin’
ever since i dropped “capers”, b+tches wanna be my friend
i used to ride the shooter, now i pull up in a benz
i’ll make your b+tch faint if i let her touch my hand
bird buzzin’ off the ‘nejo, that’s my mans
we gon’ bust your motherf+ckin’ head if you try to play him (b+tch)
sb, fmmg, that’s the fam’, b+tch
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