Booda - Blood Business Lyrics

Shit on my mind, So Ima sip
We blow at niggas,
Bounce out hots n hit that dip
He talkin' hot, Pop out with glocks n tap
Three times,
Take off his lips
Slide down blocks, If Reese got chop n
I got mop, We make shit flip
He talm bout slide, It ain't about money

Folks ass drunk, His ass a dummy
Push yo' move n take some from me
Blood as reach, His ass zombie
Rock that block, got niggas runnin
Tough to ha, but ain't on nothin'
Got twin Glocks, One came wit button
Reeso tweakin', Vizo so tweakin', I be buggin

Up that bitch n if he tweak, His ass a go
Bail out cars, N watch me throw
We touch that face, f*ck up his throat
Tell em' if you know, you know
Dude got f*cked up, wit a ghost
When I shoot, it's like I know
Blow like ten, I do the most

If he step, I'm steppin' wit you
4.5 blow, sound like a missile
How the f*ck, Is we gon' miss you?
Rip insides up like it's tissue
Sacrificed, we come and get you
You f*cked up when blood get you
Can't get up when slugs hit you
We be spinnin' and we winnin
This blood business,



Shit on my mind, So Ima sip
We blow at niggas,
Bounce out hots n hit that dip
He talkin' hot, Pop out with glocks n tap
Three times,
Take off his lips
Slide down blocks, If Reese got chop n
I got mop, We make shit flip
He talm bout slide, It ain't about money

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