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p.y.g - 1 blood lyrics

[intro: tiny boost]
yeah
tiny boosta
younger nuttie
straight from the ‘narm
nothing but hard bars
listen

[verse 1: tiny boost, shocks]
i’m a real g, i don’t need to f-cking stunt
even brixton n-ggas know i ain’t no f-cking c-nt
shocks can’t, but tiny boost can f-ck the pump
you ain’t a greaze n-gga, soak ’em off your front
i got the food, phone me if you want a dot
i’ll take your strip, like you don’t want no glock
if your bellies looking nice, then i want your watch
if i got my name, chicks just been on my c-ck
shocks is next, [?] don’t bang with sk
f-ck with them n-ggas, and you can get your head sprayed
grind through the winter times, but summer times the best days
f-ck beefing just dead ’em and bam that’s the best way
my n-ggas move together, you can say we’re one blood
you can’t try a ting, ‘cus you ain’t got one gun
i know some sick n-ggas that can even have your mum slumped
you ain’t a k!ller, fam you just let your guns run
this is pecknarm, no bloods no crips
so wear the wrong colours i put your blood on the stick
my py gunners are my brothers on the strip
f-ck with them n-ggas there’ll be another in a ditch
if beef gets sticky i phone cash
nuttie moving sick but i need my own mash
gotta hustle hard fam i need my own stack
n-ggas try grab dat and tb might have to let the chrome clack
n-ggas with the guns are stuntin’
once he draws it my gun is gun out and jump him
head shots only that’s a definite slumping
no sh-ll [?]
fam i’m on the strip, out for paper
need the dough, i’m on dat
now not later
i don’t give a f-ck, l!ck down a hater
so what your [?] bet a couple (yeah) rounds would (yeah) take yah

[verse 2: shocks]
little p-ssy keep it shut (shut)
‘cus you’ll be, p-ssing in your pants when you’re staring at the pump (staring at the pump)
i’m motherf-cking tearing n-ggas up
and watch how your att-tude changes when you’re staring down the slug (yeah)
and don’t be bl–dy showing me no beef
‘cus it’s not a pretty sight, when your mother f-cking staring at your t–th (staring at your t–th)
and when your motherf-cking staring at my knife (knife), i start to grab his mouth (yeah), ‘cus i know i be tearing up the beef
famalam the skengaleng is ill (skengaleng)
you better fix your aim ‘cus on the streets that’s a recommended sk!ll (recommended)
in the ‘narm we got some veterans that k!ll (we got dem)
i’m rolling with my soldiers so p-ssyhole you better know the deal
and if i catch you creeping to the feds
i holla at my n-gga [?] to leave the lead it’s leaking out your head
them f-cking olders they g-ssing up my mind (mind)
so if a n-gga violates you better know that p-ssyhole is dead (p-ssyhole is dead)
if i got a knife i’m cutting up the beef
i copped me a small ting, i don’t give a f-ck about police (f-ck about police)
when i’m older, i’m running up the streets
and have them little send out n-ggas just running sh-t for me
and if you ain’t gunning sh-t for me (nah)
you can’t roll g (nah)
because i’m on a bunning sh-t you see
so if you ain’t on dem levels dere (dere)
you better get to stepping
before i start bunning out your t–th (bunning out your t–th)
hey booster, holla at these pr-cks (holla at ’em)
if they on, for the beef, they can swallow on my d-ck (swallow on it)
‘cus your rolling with the borers and the sticks
the fat guy don’t taze me ‘cus i just leave the borer in his t-ts (borer in his t-ts)
now they tryna move to shocks, aka nuttie nuttie
these motherf-ckings must be smoking dots
holla at my n-gga tell ’em load ’em up
now you gonna hold a slug

[outro: shocks]
pyg
hold tight all my n-ggas yeah innit
young sk, sykez, younger lap, colonel, bricks, young size, blocks, tiny rem, young k!lla, baby grem, d-kid, mad zacs, tiny moaner, [?], qwamz, t-man, tiny react, baby timer
hold tight all my pyg n-ggas innit
over and out

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