Grande Sangre

What you see and what I see is two different things
You think your nigga real but I think he lame
Matter fact I know he bitch, we ain't cut the same
It's a different kind of pain when you close range
Know that chopper get it done, yeah, whole thang
I know who he was, yeah, whole name
Caught him coming cross the street, looking both ways
Guaranteed he getting sheet, it's a cold case
Why the fuck would I waste my time, huh
Outside and I'm ready, finna slide, huh
Real apes gon' scrape your slime, huh
Skuba built different, hardbody

I don't give a fuck if you ain't heard 'bout me
Like the nerve of that nigga, knock the nerves out him
Like how the fuck you think my niggas ain't gon' swerve 'bout me?
Swear to god Money leave you on the curb 'bout me
Caught a nigga with the first shot on my third bounty
Red room like my first one Bartier Bounty
I don't give a fuck 'bout no nigga who don't care 'bout me
I be with some niggas who ready to take it there 'bout me
What the five fingers say to the face?
What the lying nigga say to the Drac'?
You gon' die if you say it to my face
We gon' ride if we find out where you stay
Gang gang, get raw on the way
Bang bang, bring 'em out we don't play
Gang bang, 55, maintain everything we ever had pussy niggas can't take it
Hit your baby mama house and go brazy
That bitch booty fat as hell don't blame me
Tell son mind his business he saying "what's up"
Fuck up out my face, he know his mama be ready to fuck
Slide out, hit the road, been ran it up
I be trapping cause I want to, feel like bagging up
Feel like getting extra racks, I never had none
Now I get them bitches all the time, got 'em mad for nothing
Kill a nigga if he playing with me
I don't give a fuck about that shit niggas saying to me
I, God to honest, I'mma die for what I stand for
Ain't got shit to give, bitch, I'm living with my hands closed
When I throw it up for the squad hands open
Matching five with my five, all my life I'm on it
Throw a five with my five, fire like you should know that
Been had a fucked up life can't go back
Put some pressure on the opps, let me know it's real
I get out my body sometimes when I get on them pills
Never changed my mind one time when we went on them drills
I don't care if a bitch fine, fuck how she feel
I don't care if a ho crying, fuck how she feel
Got my first mil in my [?] just like I'm Skills
Anything to relax, we been in the field
Know that bitch ain't bumping back, sent her to the hills
Made that ho push a pack while she in her heels
I'm the GOAT, they gon' have to paint a mural for me
Want smoke then I guarantee that you a dummy
I get a lil' money he gon' do it for me
Fuck around and kill them niggas 'round you, they ain't doing nothing
Cross a nigga up, they'll crucify him
Kill a nigga I forgot about, if you remind me
Bust a nigga side by side, don't shoot behind me

What you see and what I see is two different things
You think your nigga real but I think he lame
Matter fact I know he bitch, we ain't cut the same
It's a different kind of pain when you close range
Know that chopper get it done, yeah, whole thang
I know who he was, yeah, whole name
Caught him coming cross the street, looking both ways
Guaranteed he getting sheet, it's a cold case
Why the fuck would I waste my time, huh
Outside and I'm ready, finna slide, huh
Real apes gon' scrape your slime, huh
Skuba built different, hardbody