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Blood All On it (feat. Key Glock, Young Dolph) (Explicit) - Gucci Mane/Key Glock/Young Dolph
Lyrics by：Radric Davis/Krishon Gaines/Brandon Bradley/Markeyvius Cathey
Young Dolph：
Let the BandPlay
Yeah yeah uh yeah uh yeah uh

Okay ayy
Cash out if I want it
For real though
The money got blood all on it
The money got blood all on it yeah
Bad b***h with me on it
N***a wanna be me don't it
But the money got blood all on it
Yeah the money got blood all on it
Hey
My young n***as ready to shoot
D**n
'Cause they ain't got nothin' to lose
He said it's f**k everybody and f**k everything he got somethin' to prove
In the trenches pullin' moves
Got 'em
A hundred racks in blues
Franks
In a shoebox hell nah them ain't no motherf**kin' shoes
Racks ayy what you do n***a
Took the motor out a 'Vette put it in a Chevelle
Switch it up
Do my dirt all by myself 'cause these n***as gon' tell
I swear
She look like God sent her from Heaven but she fine as hell
Bad
I'm sendin' strong to five states man I just broke my scale
Uh
Lil' cuz just caught a murder charge and I just post his bail
Yeah
Doing donuts in a 'Rari I'm a major player
Skrrt
Send bags to the hood and to the opps I send some shells
Never talk on a phone and never leave a paper trail
Super bad b***h with a body like Buffy
Woah
Went to see my jeweler spent a million like it's nothin'
A million
I got on too much ice she caught the flu when she f**k me
Plain jane Richard Mille I told my jeweler "Bust it"
Racks
Gucci Mane：
At the top where it get real lonely
Just might put a dub on homie
New Phantom with the Forgis on it
Forgis
And the paint got blood all on it
Ah
These n***as ain't eatin' they starvin'
Nah
I can see 'cause they crew gettin' boney
These suckers do nothing but clout chase
These boys just some one-trick ponies
P***ies
Man this rap game so d**n phony
These n***as a bunch of Jabronies
H*es
Everything you got they want it
That's why I'm still up on it
Just told my hitter he on it
N***a better break fast like Shoney's
And I got my bag like Tony
These n***as wanna clone me don't it
Huh
I went from ridin' a V12 switched it up and now my motor electric
I stacked up way more millions than haters expected
You gotta shoot for your respect that's how you send a message
You gotta do what you gotta do to keep family protected
Key Glock/Gucci Mane：
Cash out when I want it yeah
These b***hes know how I'm comin' yeah
These n***as know how I'm comin' yeah
The b***hes know how I'm comin'
Why they call you Tony
'Cause I pop s**t by my lonely
Pocket full of Crip-blue hunnids yeah
Money got blood all on it
Key Glock：
Yeah I'm the one not the two
Two
I turn a one to a two
I'm havin' racks yeah I got the bag
Yeah I put the bag on you you
I put the bag on you too inside my Hellcat ragù
I'm goin' nuts I keep me a tool
They like this young n***a a loose screw
Yeah took the doors off my McLaren put it on my Urus ayy
Don't compare me to no rapper 'cause these n***as weird ayy
They done pissed me off it's codeine all up in my urine ayy
When it come to shootin' s**t my jumper be the purest
Young Dolph/Key Glock：