Money Mason - Out for Blood

I don't care who it is
And I don't care who get hit
When I step I step quick
And you look like stairs in this bitch
And I heard the elevator lit
Still made my way brick by brick
To the top pass the tip
This can't be good as get
Fear nun what you scared of
Grip the cutta like a bear hug
Lost him back when he ran up
Find him wherever there's blood
Still trying live with this dead love
Still see me out chea tryna yeah huh
All my shit straight and taken care of
Hustle to good for the bad luck
Gotta make sure it add up
Still riding them lac trucks
Confirm the back end before it back up
Free dj I'm pouring back up
And still leaning off my last cup
Pussy better not act up
What peddling back for

Black Benz like Dracula
Red eye zoom pass em up
Go time I'm masking up
Don't ask what them bad bitches planned tonight
They say they having us
Get ya dog naw leave em
Apply fire since you gassed him up
Ain't this what you asking for
Renew ya lease you ain't bout to go with ya move so what you packing for
Electric jolt I'm talking usain bolt it ain't no catching up
Life's a gamble you ain't bet the bank Then what you betting for
Set and go don't need to hear the ready I been ready hoe
Winners circle all we know is fetti and confetti hoe
Crack a duece mixing green and yellow
Green Bay packer juice
Fuck you too
Ima let these monster loose
Stay at the jungle gym you jump out chea and become jungle food
Ran into a wall became the hulk and started punching thru
Tried to close the doors I find a crack and bitch I'm slipping thru
I'ma 100 proof yo bitch drunk in love her friend sipping too
Niggas start to look invisible when you invincible

Mama I'm in the game and I'm balling so hard they on google still looking up cheat codes
That ain't work now they fouling yo mijo
So I'm heating up from the free throw
I'm in my bag like some Fritos
I'm out for blood like mosquitoes
I'm at the top and I'm calling the shots and bitches hit like a torpedo
Mama I'm in the game and I'm balling so hard they on google still looking up cheat codes
That ain't work now they fouling yo mijo
So I'm heating up from the free throw
I'm in my bag like some Fritos
I'm out for blood like mosquitoes
I'm at the top and I'm calling the shots and bitches hit like a torpedo

Pack pumping city jumping
Niggas step we stumping
You know what it is
So don't make assumptions
If I'm down don't count me out lil Mason up to something
Cooking turn laboratory to a fucking dungeon
Before I proceed I hate to burst ya bubble
News flash to all you rappers you in fucking trouble
Bob got me balling like LeBron in the bubble
You make money double I drop triple doubles
You need it gone my partner turn a brick into rubble
Fly to death thats a glizzy behind this Louie buckle
Found the missing piece to yo puzzle and it's a fucking shovel
These ain't red bottom I spin on niggas and walk they thru puddle/

Mama I'm in the game and I'm balling so hard they on google still looking up cheat codes
That ain't work now they fouling yo mijo
So I'm heating up from the free throw
I'm in my bag like some Fritos
I'm out for blood like mosquitoes
I'm at the top and I'm calling the shots and bitches hit like a torpedo
Mama I'm in the game and I'm balling so hard they on google still looking up cheat codes
That ain't work now they fouling yo mijo
So I'm heating up from the free throw
I'm in my bag like some Fritos
I'm out for blood like mosquitoes
I'm at the top and I'm calling the shots and bitches hit like a torpedo

Written by:
Brandon Holt

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