We clog arteries, blood clot slaughtering
Keep a stick up kid, strong robbery
Real estate, the money, no monopoly
See these haters and these critics, ain't no knockin' me
We clog arteries, blood clot slaughtering
Keep a stick up kid, strong robbery
Real estate, the money, no monopoly
See these haters and these critics, ain't no knockin' me
Still climbin' to the top of the highest peak Lamborghini, same color as a tangerine
Big bangin' on these tracks like tambourines
Clip longer than your sleeves, make it hard to breathe
She the girl of your dreams, get played like strings
I'm from the city by the sea, Long Beach
Murder spree for the cheese, keep a long heat
By any means, clear the scene, waist deep
Keep it in my jeans, one tucked in the seat
Two Desert E's, squeeze, call them siamese
Blowing pine trees, eyes lookin' Chinese
Kush and the gangrene, bag of nosebleed
Cherries moving stampede, hot as trapeze Been shittin' on these niggas, kinda gassy
Call ya Pappy to Clap him and GladWrap him
Jaw jabbin, no grabbin, straight trappin Mathematics
We clog arteries, blood clot slaughtering
Keep a stick up kid, strong robbery
Real estate, the money, no monopoly
See these haters and these critics, ain't no knockin' me
We clog arteries, blood clot slaughtering
Keep a stick up kid, strong robbery
Real estate, the money, no monopoly
See these haters and these critics, ain't no knockin' me
I'm not even asking no more, you gotta give me that
I'm known for making two out of one, like doing simple math
That's double up, since a youngin' been reppin' money up
We stay away from suckas, and niggas that's on that funny stuff
They talkin' tough, but still knowin' that they can't touch us
Steady droppin heat, boi we burn it up more than Usher
Breakfast with the runners, countin' hundreds till my thumbs hurt
Grinding, still excited from daily increasing numbers
Music uplifting people when stress be takin' em under
I'm old school, like Impalas bouncin' on gold Daytons
I'm Johnny Cash, and this beat is feelin' like old Vegas Head stashed full of OGs, nigga, original gangstas
No pushin' p, but we always gon' keep it playa Finna bottle all my sauce so you haters have it for later
It's wartime, see ain't no mercy for you lames
We finna hit these streets, see what you bitch niggas is made of
We clog arteries, blood clot slaughtering
Keep a stick up kid, strong robbery
Real estate, the money, no monopoly
See these haters and these critics, ain't no knockin' me
We clog arteries, blood clot slaughtering
Keep a stick up kid, strong robbery
Real estate, the money, no monopoly
See these haters and these critics, ain't no knockin' me
B. Frank - BloodClot (feat. T1C3 Capone) Lyrics
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We clog arteries, blood clot slaughtering
Keep a stick up kid, strong robbery
Real estate, the money, no monopoly
See these haters and these critics, ain't no knockin' me
We clog arteries, blood clot slaughtering
Keep a stick up kid, strong robbery
Real estate, the money, no monopoly
See these haters and these critics, ain't no knockin' me
Still climbin' to the top of the highest peak Lamborghini, same color as a tangerine
Big bangin' on these tracks like tambourines
Clip longer than your sleeves, make it hard to breathe
She the girl of your dreams, get played like strings
I'm from the city by the sea, Long Beach
Murder spree for the cheese, keep a long heat
By any means, clear the scene, waist deep
Keep it in my jeans, one tucked in the seat
Two Desert E's, squeeze, call them siamese
Blowing pine trees, eyes lookin' Chinese
Kush and the gangrene, bag of nosebleed
Cherries moving stampede, hot as trapeze Been shittin' on these niggas, kinda gassy
Call ya Pappy to Clap him and GladWrap him
Jaw jabbin, no grabbin, straight trappin Mathematics
We clog arteries, blood clot slaughtering
Keep a stick up kid, strong robbery
Real estate, the money, no monopoly
See these haters and these critics, ain't no knockin' me
We clog arteries, blood clot slaughtering
Keep a stick up kid, strong robbery
Real estate, the money, no monopoly
See these haters and these critics, ain't no knockin' me
I'm not even asking no more, you gotta give me that
I'm known for making two out of one, like doing simple math
That's double up, since a youngin' been reppin' money up
We stay away from suckas, and niggas that's on that funny stuff
They talkin' tough, but still knowin' that they can't touch us
Steady droppin heat, boi we burn it up more than Usher
Breakfast with the runners, countin' hundreds till my thumbs hurt
Grinding, still excited from daily increasing numbers
Music uplifting people when stress be takin' em under
I'm old school, like Impalas bouncin' on gold Daytons
I'm Johnny Cash, and this beat is feelin' like old Vegas Head stashed full of OGs, nigga, original gangstas
No pushin' p, but we always gon' keep it playa Finna bottle all my sauce so you haters have it for later
It's wartime, see ain't no mercy for you lames
We finna hit these streets, see what you bitch niggas is made of
We clog arteries, blood clot slaughtering
Keep a stick up kid, strong robbery
Real estate, the money, no monopoly
See these haters and these critics, ain't no knockin' me
We clog arteries, blood clot slaughtering
Keep a stick up kid, strong robbery
Real estate, the money, no monopoly
See these haters and these critics, ain't no knockin' me
Keep a stick up kid, strong robbery
Real estate, the money, no monopoly
See these haters and these critics, ain't no knockin' me
We clog arteries, blood clot slaughtering
Keep a stick up kid, strong robbery
Real estate, the money, no monopoly
See these haters and these critics, ain't no knockin' me
Still climbin' to the top of the highest peak Lamborghini, same color as a tangerine
Big bangin' on these tracks like tambourines
Clip longer than your sleeves, make it hard to breathe
She the girl of your dreams, get played like strings
I'm from the city by the sea, Long Beach
Murder spree for the cheese, keep a long heat
By any means, clear the scene, waist deep
Keep it in my jeans, one tucked in the seat
Two Desert E's, squeeze, call them siamese
Blowing pine trees, eyes lookin' Chinese
Kush and the gangrene, bag of nosebleed
Cherries moving stampede, hot as trapeze Been shittin' on these niggas, kinda gassy
Call ya Pappy to Clap him and GladWrap him
Jaw jabbin, no grabbin, straight trappin Mathematics
We clog arteries, blood clot slaughtering
Keep a stick up kid, strong robbery
Real estate, the money, no monopoly
See these haters and these critics, ain't no knockin' me
We clog arteries, blood clot slaughtering
Keep a stick up kid, strong robbery
Real estate, the money, no monopoly
See these haters and these critics, ain't no knockin' me
I'm not even asking no more, you gotta give me that
I'm known for making two out of one, like doing simple math
That's double up, since a youngin' been reppin' money up
We stay away from suckas, and niggas that's on that funny stuff
They talkin' tough, but still knowin' that they can't touch us
Steady droppin heat, boi we burn it up more than Usher
Breakfast with the runners, countin' hundreds till my thumbs hurt
Grinding, still excited from daily increasing numbers
Music uplifting people when stress be takin' em under
I'm old school, like Impalas bouncin' on gold Daytons
I'm Johnny Cash, and this beat is feelin' like old Vegas Head stashed full of OGs, nigga, original gangstas
No pushin' p, but we always gon' keep it playa Finna bottle all my sauce so you haters have it for later
It's wartime, see ain't no mercy for you lames
We finna hit these streets, see what you bitch niggas is made of
We clog arteries, blood clot slaughtering
Keep a stick up kid, strong robbery
Real estate, the money, no monopoly
See these haters and these critics, ain't no knockin' me
We clog arteries, blood clot slaughtering
Keep a stick up kid, strong robbery
Real estate, the money, no monopoly
See these haters and these critics, ain't no knockin' me
Writer: Justin Hall, Brandon Franklin
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid