letra de not a blood (no children) - iayze
not a blood (no children) lyrics
[intro]
ooh (ayy), b-tch (real murda worth sh-t, ayy)
who gon’ shoot somethin’? we know you not (n-gga), b-tch (ayy, we know you not)
who is a blood n-gga? we know you not (b-tch, ayy, uhh)
who gon’ shoot n-gga? phew (uhh, ayy, real murda worth sh-t i’m talking ’bout)
[verse]
who gon’ shoot somethin’, we know you not (we know you not, b-tch), ok, uh (ayy)
who is a blood? n-gga, we know you not (we know you not)
yeah, i be singing, but don’t get it twisted, b-tch, i used to trap off a hotspot (trap off a hotspot)
fan ass n-gga, what, he want him a high five? (high five)
said he was gang, now he think he a hotshot (he a hotshot)
they letting you pass, because you puttin’ ’em on (puttin’ ’em on)
they be letting you pass, you shoutin’ ’em out (shoutin’ ’em out)
i be dropping my lo’ when i’m out and about (out and about)
f-ck off the drum, i aim it at his house (his house)
i got some money, then moved out the h-town (moved out to h-town)
hit him with a drac’, make the f-ck n-gga lay down (lay down)
he hit in his face if b-tch try to take mine (take mine)
kickin’ sh-t, i’m in africa like akon (akon)
sippin’ on tris, b-tch, i don’t do acorns (acorn)
pull off with his main b-tch, she wanna make p-rn (make p-rn)
bullet got his name on it, it’s made for ’em (made for ’em)
i’m in a brand new bimmer, it’s made for ’em (made for ’em)
g19 make ’em run a whole track race (whole track race)
green tip bullet left him with a fat face (b-tch)
i am the one that they hate, they won’t catch me (catch me)
i feel like lil jay, i ride with a xd
that lil’ boy zesty, he uwu, xd
who gon’ shoot somethin’, we know you not, you can’t get next to me (b-tch)
huh, i think i might just go cartier, who block i used to flex in? (b-tch)
[refrain]
who gon’ shoot somethin’, we know you not (we know, ayy), ok uh (we know)
who is a blood?, n-gga, we know you not (we know, ayy)
yeah, i be singing, but don’t get it twisted, b-tch, i used to trap off a hotspot (trap off a hotspot)
fan ass n-gga, what, he want him a high five? (a high five)
said he was gang, now he think he a hotshot (hotshot)
they letting you pass, because you puttin’ ’em on (puttin’ ’em on)
[outro]
that lil’ boy zesty, he uwu-, a-ha-ha, oh sh-t! (you shoutin’ ’em out, when i’m out and about)
that lil’ boy zesty, he uwu, xd, a-ha-ha (out his house, moved out to h-town)
(make him lay down, b-tch wanna take mine, akon, acorn)
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