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blood in the streets - 901 trapboi lyrics

[intro]
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, that’s probably tago

[chorus: rylo rodriguez]
i left some blood in the streets, i can’t forget about it
i know some youngins out the hood, they ready to k!ll about me
deeper than rap, i’m really gansgter just like john gotti
i helped me and you get racks, i set trends, sit there, watch ’em copy
i sl*t her out, these n*ggas wanna raw dog
know she a ten, ain’t cuff, i f*cked with my dawg
hard to make it out even if they good in baseball
no pool but that young n*gga get geeked with 8ball
[verse: rylo rodriguez]
my momma on ice, she tryna stay afloat
gave away his sprite but he had to sell coke
and then again, they hit lil’ tyrone, caught him with that ratchet
every picture that he took, he had his automatic
found out my cousin snake, i caught him up in ashes
i knew he was finna bite me, i still let it happen
i do it just like nike in a pair of air maxes
sleeping on the floor, they watched me blow up like a air matress
(i still let it happen)
(sleeping on the floor, they watched me blow up like a air matress)

[verse: 901 trapboi]
you either legit or a felon
stay solid or you telling
lacking or keep your weapon
like a kappa, my young n*ggas stepping
this ar it give you a blessing
she freaky, you know i’ma test it
prescription drugs, give it to her bestie
i done blew through a check, i ain’t flexing
play it calm, back to back in a second
i was serving in front of the reverend
it’s a couple bands when i’m stepping
glock .40 b*tch, no smith & wesson
left some scerts in the hood that i can’t tell n0body
f*ck busting back, i’m busting first, can’t let ’em read about me
and it ain’t sh*t to send a hit, i keep some k!llers ’round me
i told that b*tch give me some sp*ce, but keep her head by me
and i done put in so much work, f*ck how they feel bout me
ca*cameras flashing when i pull up, f*ck the paparazzi
(ca*cameras flashing when i pull up, f*ck the paparazzi)
(and i done put in so much work, f*ck how they feel bout me) (trap)
[chorus: rylo rodriguez]
i left some blood in the streets, i can’t forget about it
i know some youngins out the hood, they ready to k!ll about me
deeper than rap, i’m really gansgter just like john gotti
i helped me and you get racks, i set trends, sit there, watch ’em copy
i sl*t her out, these n*ggas wanna raw dog
know she a ten, ain’t cuff, i f*cked with my dawg
hard to make it out even if they good in baseball
no pool but that young n*gga get geeked with 8ball

[outro]
raw dog
i f*cked with my dawg
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah

- 901 trapboi lyrics

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