Blood

(album: $ell Sole. - 2014)

[Birdman:]
Top floor what I'm saying, guns up, blood line run deep, boy.
What's up Dej? Stunna Man. Bracking in the bity, booling with some bitches, straight bleeding, getting our ones up.
Straight 'bout this B game, big money popping over here. G5, brrrat brrrat brrrat Rich Gang!

[Hook Dej Loaf x2:]
It ain't no ho in my blood
No way, no sir, no way
It ain't no ho in my blood
No way, no sir

[Dej Loaf:]
It ain't no ho in my blood, born and raised in them slums
Took my daddy away when I was 4, why would I give a fuck about y'all?
Ain't no ho in my blood, been thorough since day 1
Lost a couple people, ever since then I've been numb
Ain't no ho in my blood, Sell Sole gon' flood
If I don't make it off of this again fuck this shit, I'm done
Cause ain't no ho in my blood, no hoes in my circle
Loyalty over love, I'll kill a bitch on purpose
Cause ain't no ho in my blood, everybody 100
All I know is flip it back, we don't do know fronting
We don't do no running, it ain't in my DNA
Blood thicker than water, but my money thicker than that
They are some hoes, hoes, let's talk about these hoes
Selling all that pussy and you ain't go no prose
Bitch you slow, slow, slow
Bitch you slow, slow, slow
And you's a ho, ho, let's talk about these hoes
Mooching off your niggas, you can't stand up on your own
Boy you's a ho, ho, ho
Boy you's a ho, ho, ho
No ho in my blood, always been a boss
Always had style, no matter what it cost
Other bitches, they was fucking, I was all about the money
I was in the 7th grade, shooting dice for the money
Tryna hit this other 9-5, writing rhymes by the nightlight
Tryna get us up out the hood
So I could have all my people looking and living good

[Hook x2]

[Young Thug:]
Hey Loaf, I'm just booling on the block
No police, if I like that shit I cop
No Rollie but you can watch
Me, put this feature back in the pot
Grinding like a skater, nigga
I get fresh and go straight to the mall and bait a nigga
You won't beef? fucking cater nigga
I'm not a ho, no pussy, so she ride that dick like a Speed Racer, nigga
Started from the bottom, came straight to the top
No dad but if he play, he get popped
You ain't real, squad, so you can't come to the block
I wanna see blood but I ain't come with a mop
I'ma pop his top, proceed to the top
Let these bullets work on a nigga's body like a doctor
It ain't no ho in my blood
It ain't no ho in my blood
It ain't no ho in my blood
I swear ain't no ho inside my blood
It ain't no ho in my blood
It ain't no ho in my blood
It ain't no ho in my blood

[Birdman (Young Thug):]
Real recognize real, money, power and action over here, boy. King Slime. Brrrat, big money popping

(I'm far from a ho nigga, as a matter of fact, I'm one of the biggest Bloods in fucking America, you know. Flippin'! Any nigga, any mothafucka wanna get in the way of this shit, nigga, try to stop this shit from going to the top and we flip 'em, we gon' show 'em we not hoes. Dej Loaf what up)