Rocco did it again

Oh this b**ch recordin'?

That's crazy

Hah, yeah, slatt

You know, uh, whole lot of gang s**t

Baow, graow, baow, graow, blatt

Uh, slatt, slatt, hold up, uh, uh, slatt, uh

Blood, uh, baby, this the blood, uh, huh

I don't use my hands, I let the blood talk, huh

.223's and Maxi make you blood walk

I can make any n**ga hit the crip walk

Crip walk, I'ma let my hip talk

Put a .40 with the d**ky, gotta kill up y'all

Clean, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

And the clip is see-ee-ee through

What all do you want from me?

AR's and them .223's

F**kin' 'round with me, you see

I'm hot, on 500 degrees

Heard he caught a body

Well that does not mean s**t to me

Got two on me, got two on me

Blood Gang, yeah, suwoop on me

Detrimental

Me and Glokk all on your instrumental

I kill a n**ga and it really wasn't coincidental

Stop all that flaggin' s**t, you really on that actin' s**t

No, I ain't with no cappin' s**t and I ain't on no rappin' s**t

No lackin', b**ch, you know it ain't no lackin', b**ch

I check in a blood n**ga like, "Ayy mane, what's brackin', b**ch?"

I'm two floors up on you n**gas

I'm two floors up on you n**gas, yeah

What all do you want from me?

AR's and them .223's

F**kin' 'round with me, you see

I'm hot, on 500 degrees

Heard he caught a body

Well that does not mean s**t to me

Got two on me, got two on me

Blood Gang, yeah, suwoop on me

I'm like blatt (Uh-huh), we don't never play, he get whacked, like

Tryna find his face, ain't no trace, ain't comin' back

G-Nine, Mister Two-Glocks, just bought a MAC (Oh yeah)

A MAC for your face, lil', we gon' rearrange your cap (Come here)

One foot in the industry and one foot in the trap

Invite that **** to my bloodline, I treat him like my strap

'Cause 'bout me he'll take a n**ga's feet off the map

Big B's 'til I'm sleep, push a P, he get clapped

Two guns, that's the twin Glocks, I roger that part

Colder than a b**ch 'cause the b**ch froze at that

Like apostrophe, Google forgot a comma in the back

Say I'm worth 250K, we can bet a trey on that, n**ga

What all do you want from me?

AR's and them .223's

F**kin' 'round with me, you see

I'm hot, on 500 degrees

Heard he caught a body

Well that does not mean s**t to me

Got two on me, got two on me

Blood Gang, yeah, suwoop on me

Big blatts like suwoop, yeah

What you want? What do you want?

Ayy ayy, big sticks for a punk, yeah, mmh

What is, what is s**t

Yeah, uh, ayy, ayy, big blatts 'cause I bleed, yeah

Mhm, what he on, what he breathe? Yeah

Ayy ayy, I'm pushin' P's, he pushin' P's, yeah

Yeah, what it is and what it ain't, mh

Ayy ayy, like a skunk, we leave him stank