🎵 Bloody Shoes (Bodak Yellow G-Mix) // by Da Real Gee Money

5 ContributorsBloody Shoes (Bodak Yellow G-Mix) Lyrics [Intro] What you wanna do? Yeah TBG Gorilla Gang, I'm Gee Money boo, ayy Shout out to Cardi, man, let me hit this bitch (I make money moves) [Verse] Lit nigga, you can't fuck with me, I got my papper up Yeah I hear them niggas talking shit, they bet not play with us Most them niggas blew up from BR, they was fake as fuck When I blow, my team blow, that's what I'm trying to make it for I dont know why he hating, guess he mad 'bout a bitch All y'all use to claim TBG, look how you niggas switched How the fuck you got a bag if you always on my dick? I ain't trippin', in that audi, bitch, I'm ballin', I'm the shit Came from the street, I was stuck up in the trenches Motherfuck a 'Vette, I just wanna get a Bentley Niggas hatting on me, they don't wanna see me with it Sickest in my city, I don't got no competition Pull up, I'm thuggin' for real (Thuggin') Did this shit without a deal (For real) Talking shit, you better chill (Chill out) Shooters pull up to your crib (Bow) I got more cells then a jail (Yeah) Hoes be messy as hell (Baby mama) I did this shit by myself (I did) NBA, I think I'm Steph (Ballin') Wagon, pull up in the hood (Uh) I don't fuck 'round with no rentals (Never) On the 'gram like you gettin' money (For real?) All of these niggas pretenders (They lying) Everyday I wake up, I be thinking 'bout a bag Headed to the money, got a nigga going fast Pull up in a 'Mera, I was finna get a Jag' Nigga tried to kill me, got to hittin' through the glass I ain't get shot, his eyes must of been clothes Same nigga did it, nigga came for his soul Solid til' the end, never bend, never fold Pull up in a Benz, gettin' it in on the road [Chorus] Street nigga, you can't fuck with me, if you wanted too Run up on me like you stupid, watch how quick you make the news I ain't worried bout no nigga, I'm just doing what I do Ran that bag up in the trenches, steppin' in some bloody shoes Street nigga, you can't fuck with me, if you wanted too Run up on me like you stupid, watch how quick you make the news I ain't worried bout no nigga, I'm just doing what I do Ran that bag up in the trenches, steppin' in some bloody shoes