BigBankBandz x G HERBO – Bloody Tears
Genre Rap

LYRIC
Bloody Tears

Hook

We was deep up in them trenches, But Intelligent

Alot robbing, Alot killing going on- I seen hell of it

She say she feel good up inside, when she hug me

I can't put you on for free and you ion love me

Call the shots yea imma Boss-That's some you should be

Open up and Talk- Don't be scared of me Baby

I think that you special- Spend a bag on you Baby
Throw it back and fuck it up -Prepared for it Baby


BigBankBandz Verse πŸ”₯πŸ”₯:


Turn my self up, Think I owe you sum- You can suck a Dick

Why you all up in yo feelings worried bout bitches I ain't hit

I been grinding yea whole lotta years for this shit

I then put a lot of blood sweat and tears in this shit

Who the fuck is you tell me that I don't deserve this shit

The same niggas I did shit for, Throw my name in dirt and shit

If its up then its stuck, The shit is permanent

Told my pops we in this shit for life, This shit is permanent

Jewls jingling on my neck, Like a Christmas Ornament

Say she want it, its expensive I tell her just order it
I was so high, drunk my soda, I forgot to pour in it

Foreign denim on my body you ain't
Never heard of this


I Got money- I get hell of it

Smoking gas inhaling it

Don't know how I'm coming, Well just listen cause I'm telling it

Told my bitch stop tripping girl we locked, Know you heaven sent

You can't trick me out my spot, Because I'm too intelligent

Hook

We was deep up in them trenches, But intelligent

Alot robbing, Alot killing going on- I seen hell of it

She say she feel good up inside, when she hug me
I can't put you on for free and you ion love me

Call the shots yea imma Boss-That's some you should be

Open up and Talk- Don't be scared of me Baby

I think that you special- Spend a bag on you Baby

Throw it back and fuck it up -Prepared for it Baby

G Herbo Verse 2 πŸ”₯πŸ”₯ :

I played that field like a punch sack

Imma touch back

If its up nigga fuck that you get dumped at

It was ugly couldn't touch me

You Couldn't touch Max

All this money you don't fuck with me

Cause I touch Racks

You ain't never touch Neiman's

Never touched Sacks

Never touch no Boas

Never touch gats

Ran through all them hoes

Go look up the facts

We fucked all the Rats

We fucked all the Nats

I don't got no phone

I'm not calling back

I don't got no home swerv a rolling stone

Got it all alone

I didn't take no loans

I stay low don't fuck with rappers I don't want no songs

Hook

We was deep up in them trenches, But intelligent

Alot robbing, Alot killing going on- I seen hell of it

She say she feel good up inside, when she hug me

I can't put you on for free and you ion love me

Call the shots yea imma Boss-That's some you should be

Open up and Talk- Don't be scared of me Baby

I think that you special- Spend a bag on you Baby

Throw it back and fuck it up -Prepared for it Baby

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