Ghostee - Bloods n***as rollin up lyrics

I'm a blood n***a So I dont f** with blue All flamed up I'm yelling Sooooowooooo Im from the eastside On the G-side Thats the B side I don't f** with n***as on the c side We real n***as Yup we ride Spreading on n***as Like ahh bee hive sh** you gotta do to stay alive Im just tryna sur-vive I pull up,hit the gas And I put it in drive I'm a real n***a from the 5 So hmu and I'll slide Pull up with a Glock on my side , on the block doing lines Come up break yo spine Whats yo set? 92 mine If you a fake ion got time n***as got the sticky ...call that slime I'm a blood n***a I got the rhymes I run up on yo clit And I waste the whole klip I flip the sh** and k** yo klikk When I click it back I'm BiCKin back Imma pull the trigger man Imma real k**er man Imma real n***a man Make me a bigger man Come up with my right hand Show You where you f**in stand Get back in yo lane,n***a you a lame , imma put you in yo place Imma shoot you in yo face,knock a n***a into space Imma get to klappin Imma get to slappin Imma white boi trappin Its n***as That I'm cappin Koming up packin Koming up strapped in Show you what I'm stacking n***a you is slackin Im from LA my n***a what's BraCKen If you a real n***a kome show me what's happenin n***a imma katxh a slippin Dont try f**in dipping Imma katxh you whippin My n***a you trippin I run up on yo homies put the clip in Yo girl at my house and she strippin I got that p**y Imma rip it, Got the Glock imma grip it,call me jack the ripper,you a lame Kause You CKrippin I'm from LA where the n***as don't play We up in the trap and all my n***as slay We on the block and we k**ing them fakes Most these mf's ain't nothing but some snakes Got the bloodettes with the fat cakes You trippin n***a tie yo shoe lace You be lying pon' drake Its your life I'm gone take Its the money that make b**h get out ny face for the sake of gods Grace You gone get k**ed So imma just wait Imma a real n***a got hella bodies on my plate I been to juvi out the state Where they makin n***as jail bate Where they lock you in a cage... behind a big gate They be spittin in yo face Judging you by race They won't give you no space Then they bring you up..back to yo "place" Imma 5 PoPPIn 6 dropping, cherry PoPPIn,krab stoppin, 5 mobbing, 5 robbin Got my goons Imma goblin, you more like that n***a dobby R.I.p OG Bobby , none of y'all can stop me , You so gay Kause you oppin I got my f**in axe Soo ill just get to choppin Then you kan katch fence hoppin Got the kaps for my straps Whuzz adress on a map Make you take a long nap Katxh you in yo trap My dick is addicting..your girl relapsed That bitxh a homie hopper Yep I got them xhoppers Eat that p**y like a whopper Imma opp stopper Yup my n***a I'm turntguess I never learned n***as f**ed around and they all got burnt n***as looking hurt So I'll pull up throw up the B ,, skurrtt Leave you eating dirt Imma red flag till I die, red rag..yup I ride Throwing up the blood sign On the 92 side, you said you a real k**a.. n***a you lied We got In a shooting n***a and you died Now this rap gonna go world wide The homies pulling up and we all wild Yep this a f**in freestyle koming straight from the dome I hit every base now I guess I'm at home She really liked the dick so she hitting up my phone She keep hitting me up like "leave a message at the tone Yep she up in her trynna get up on my bone I hit that sh** good all the neighbors know her moan I took your b**h now I guess you stuck alone I May be a young n***a but my dick still still grown Yeah I got females riding on my dick licking on my f**ing tip.. Got me hard as stone, dont be f**ing flexing like that post Malone She licking that sh** like it's an ice cream cone She f**ing down and wishing like we in a war zone She kock the dick back like she trynna reload Yeah she on her knees like she in her "take me " mode Boy who is you and who you trynna roast? That's that sh** That I f**in hate the most,y'all ain't f**in nothing but some ratchet a** hoes Give up b**h yes you got a big nose All old and wrinkly like a f**in dead rose Yep savage life..That's the life I chose If you keep talking sh** imma turn your a** to toast You can call me Casper Kause when the kops kome im ghost If you a real one than you know it goes Yep I'm sooooowooooo'ing Sooowooo soowooo When I came in flamed up ..my n***a tell me why you froze If you klaiming blood it better not just be a pose I'm up on the block with all red clothes All up in the cuts and I'm stacking my bread all day All up in Bahamas and I'm stacking CK I came up to yo momma pulled that b**h in a day She was kalling me her bae She ahhh pretty little thang She done said you don't bang so keep away from my gang Ballin,getting money, yep we stockin Like Kodak n***a he said no flockin I dont do no taking so you best get to walkin Bhuzz ima blood n***a s