Bloody Shoes (Bodak Yellow G-Mix)

Da Real Gee Money

[Intro]
What you wanna do? Yeah
TBG Gorilla Gang, I'm Gee Money boo, ayy
Shout out to Cardi, man, let me hit this bitch (I make money moves)

[Verse]
Lit nigga, you can't fuck with me, I got my papper up
Yeah I hear them niggas talking shit, they bet not play with us
Most them niggas blew up from BR, they was fake as fuck
When I blow, my team blow, that's what I'm trying to make it for
I dont know why he hating, guess he mad 'bout a bitch
All y'all use to claim TBG, look how you niggas switched
How the fuck you got a bag if you always on my dick?
I ain't trippin', in that audi, bitch, I'm ballin', I'm the shit
Came from the street, I was stuck up in the trenches
Motherfuck a 'Vette, I just wanna get a Bentley
Niggas hatting on me, they don't wanna see me with it
Sickest in my city, I don't got no competition
Pull up, I'm thuggin' for real (Thuggin')
Did this shit without a deal (For real)
Talking shit, you better chill (Chill out)
Shooters pull up to your crib (Bow)
I got more cells then a jail (Yeah)
Hoes be messy as hell (Baby mama)
I did this shit by myself (I did)
NBA, I think I'm Steph (Ballin')
Wagon, pull up in the hood (Uh)
I don't fuck 'round with no rentals (Never)
On the 'gram like you gettin' money (For real?)
All of these niggas pretenders (They lying)
Everyday I wake up, I be thinking 'bout a bag
Headed to the money, got a nigga going fast
Pull up in a 'Mera, I was finna get a Jag'
Nigga tried to kill me, got to hittin' through the glass
I ain't get shot, his eyes must of been clothes
Same nigga did it, nigga came for his soul
Solid til' the end, never bend, never fold
Pull up in a Benz, gettin' it in on the road

[Chorus]
Street nigga, you can't fuck with me, if you wanted too
Run up on me like you stupid, watch how quick you make the news
I ain't worried bout no nigga, I'm just doing what I do
Ran that bag up in the trenches, steppin' in some bloody shoes
Street nigga, you can't fuck with me, if you wanted too
Run up on me like you stupid, watch how quick you make the news
I ain't worried bout no nigga, I'm just doing what I do
Ran that bag up in the trenches, steppin' in some bloody shoes

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