Tag: Big Blood


Blac Youngsta – Streets Lyrics (feat. Yo Gotti & 42 Dugg)


[Intro: 42 Dugg]
Hard times don't last, shoulda seen what I made
Were you just laughin'? How the f*ck you in the brave?
Everybody ain't real, had to learn that from my brother
Frontin' on when I'm up, say I'm smilin' when I'm strugglin'
I been up, doin' good or down, doin' bad
From the same hitta, forever gon' get my last

[Chorus: 42 Dugg & Blac Youngsta]
I been livin' through the same old things
Killin' all them same gold chains
I ain't cry, bro, since you got killed
Like how the f*ck is you not here
Double down on me
Watch my come up with that cheese
I swear I still get them beans in
You found me like this, I don't need friends
They told me if I trained, then it's only me
The streets too cold for a windbreaker, you gon' need you a coat (Streets)
The streets too dry in the summertime, you gon' need some dope (Dope)
The same niggas talk behind my back say they love me most (Most)
Yeah, same niggas I was beefin' with, called 'em my bro (Bro)
Ridin' shotgun with the shotty, pull up at the store (Store)
Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke (Smoke)
Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke, yeah
[Verse 1: Blac Youngsta]
Catch that boy in traffic, semi-automatic
You might call the caddy but I call the baddy
Big Blood shit, shoot 'em in the attic
No love shit, shoot a nigga daddy
I'm a gangster, you gotta watch me
Nigga tryna B.I.G., 'Pac me
I'm a real nigga, I kill 'em
Knock scene on the front street, can't stop me
Beat my case but the feds dock me
I ain't dumb, I know them niggas wanna take me out
But they can't rock me
I'ma keep applyin' pressure on you p*ssy niggas 'cause y'all can't stop me
Told momma, "It's alright, I'ma be fine, I know God got me"
And my bitch upset I ain't comin' home, she just wanna sock me (Yeah)
(Live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)
I'ma start a riot (Live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)
Killers, they outside (Live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)
Don't be surprised (Live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)

[Chorus: 42 Dugg & Blac Youngsta]
I been livin' through the same old things (Kickin' with the guys)

Killin' all them same gold chains
I ain't cry, bro, since you got killed
Like how the f*ck is you not here
Double down on me
Watch my come up with that cheese
I swear I still get the beans
You found me like this, I don't need friends
They told me if I trained, then it's only me
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Moncler coat comin' twenty-five hunnid
Choppa got a drum on it
Supreme dirt bike comin' thirty-somethin' racks
But f*ck it, my son want it
Game shit, I been on it
I'ma real hustler, make it look good, don't it?
I don't f*ck with no broke niggas (Nah)
I ain't throwin' no smoke, nigga (Never)
Whoever want it, they could get it
Four hunnid shots, make 'em feel it (Brrt)
It's four deep, a hunnid shots piece
A million put up for the bond (Frrp)
We fightin' the case 'til my niggas free
It's three letters (CMG)
f*ck niggas shoulda knew better (Knew better)
This Drac' hit whoever
We take smoke to a new level
They like, "Gotti, you rich, do better" (Do better)
I tried, but niggas won't let us (Tried)
These pussies, they playin', they jealous (For real)
Now I can't turn my back on the fellas (Can't)
Street nigga, cold-hearted (I am)
I lost my feelings on Garland (Did)
We were thuggin' out the apartments (We was)
Know, in Memphis, where it started (Yuh, on God)
[Chorus: 42 Dugg & Blac Youngsta]
The streets too cold for a windbreaker, you gon' need you a coat (Streets)
The streets too dry in the summertime, you gon' need some dope (Dope)
The same niggas talk behind my back say they love me most (Most)
Yeah, same niggas I was beefin' with, called 'em my bro (Bro)
Ridin' shotgun with the shotty, pull up at the store (Store)
Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke (Smoke)
Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke, yeah
I been livin' through the same old things
Killin' all them same gold chains
I ain't cry, bro, since you got killed
Like how the f*ck is you not here
Double down on me
Watch my come up with that cheese
I swear I still get them beans in
You found me like this, I don't need friends
They told me if I trained, then it's only me


YG – Suu Whoop lyrics


[Intro]
I’m from West Side Bompton Tree (suu whoop)
Fuck all the fake Bloods and the enemies (suu whoo-suu whoop)
YG 4Hunnid chunkin’ big P’s
Niggas went quiet, then Mustard did the beat

[Pre-Chorus]
Suu whoop, my coupe, suu whoop, suu whoop
Suu whoop, my bitch, put red on her shoes
Suu whoop ’til I die, no lie, that’s truth
Suu whoop, gang ties, bullet wounds, that’s proof

[Chorus]
Suu whoop gang or don’t bang (suu whoo-suu whoop, bang)
You ain’t got a pistol, don’t hang (suu whoo-suu whoop, don’t hang)
I ain’t scared, nigga, I’m bray (suu whoo-suu whoop, I’m brave)
YG a rapper and he full-fledged bang (bang)

[Verse 1]
Suu whoop my rag (rag)
I’m suu whoop when I’m mad (mad)
“YG, don’t you got a daughter?”
Yeah, I’m a gangbangin’-ass dad (dad)
Big B, Gucci bag (bag), blue hundreds in my bag (my bag)
“YG, how you feel about the hundreds bein’ blue?”
Nigga, I ain’t mad
The Crips know I’m with this Blood shit
Need a Piru and that’s Blood, bitch
Always down with this thug shit
She get fly, she suck dick
Pull up Bentley, mean muggin’ (muggin’)
All daps, she ain’t huggin’
If you a square, you ain’t fuckin’
She love 2Pac, she thuggin’ (she thuggin’, nigga)

[Refrain]
“YG, he brazy (brazy)
Grew up off B Brazy (B Brazy)
YG, he paid (he paid)
Don’t get in his way (his way)”
.40 on my waist (my waist)
Like I’m tryna go to jail today (today)
Red rubies in my chain (my chain)
Niggas know how much I paid
A lot, on the block, YG be goin’ to the top, to the top, to the top
In a box, never let ’em put a nigga in a box
‘Cause a nigga off the block
YG a.k.a. Big Blood, a.k.a. Big Red Fox (Big Red Fox, nigga)
YG a.k.a. Lil’ Buddha from that 400 block (4Hunnid)

[Pre-Chorus]
Suu whoop, my coupe, suu whoop, suu whoop
Suu whoop, my bitch, put red on her shoes
Suu whoop ’til I die, no lie, that’s truth
Suu whoop, gang ties, bullet wounds, that’s proof

[Chorus]
Suu whoop gang or don’t bang (suu whoo-suu whoop, bang)
You ain’t got a pistol, don’t hang (suu whoo-suu whoop, don’t hang)
I ain’t scared, nigga, I’m bray (suu whoo-suu whoop, I’m brave)
YG a rapper and he full-fledged bang (bang)

[Verse 2]
Bangin’ on these bitch niggas
Bangin’ while I’m rich, nigga
I don’t make no sense, nigga
‘Cause I don’t give no shit, nigga
Come to L.A. and pay rent, nigga
Your bloodshed ain’t lit, nigga
Fuck it, you don’t wanna be a bitch, nigga
You a clown, you IT, nigga
Suu whoopin’ in my songs
My enemies sing my songs
My suu whoopin’ so strong (so strong)
I can’t do no wrong (no wrong)
My whoopin’ can’t be cloned (can’t clone)
I’m berious, I’m bold (I’m bold)
My bitch in a suu whoop robe (my throne)
Take it off, she in a suu whoop thong (her thong)
I ain’t with the pink-haired Blood shit (suu whoop)
I ain’t with the only-at-the-club-Bloodin’ (suu whoo-suu whoop)
My niggas I be with, they known for bustin’ (suu whoo-suu whoop-whoop)
What, who, and where? End of discussion

[Refrain]
“‘Cause YG, he brazy (brazy)
Grew up off B Brazy (B Brazy)
YG, he paid (paid)
Don’t get in his way (his way)”
.40 on my waist (my waist)
Like I’m tryna go to jail today (today)
Red rubies in my chain (my chain)
Niggas know how much I paid, a lot

[Pre-Chorus]
Suu whoop, my coupe, suu whoop, suu whoop (suu whoop)
Suu whoop, my bitch, put red on her shoes (suu whoop)
Suu whoop ’til I die, no lie, that’s truth
West Side Tree Top Bompton, nigga, on Bloods
Suu whoop, gang ties, bullet wounds, that’s proof
On Piru, suu whoooooop

[Chorus]
Suu whoop gang or don’t bang (suu whoo-suu whoop, bang)
You ain’t got a pistol, don’t hang (suu whoo-suu whoop, don’t hang)
I ain’t scared, nigga, I’m bray (suu whoo-suu whoop, I’m brave)
YG a rapper and he full-fledged bang (bang)