Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blood Pit , by - 67. Song from the album The 6, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 05.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 6ix7even
Song language: English
Blood Pit |
| Kway, kway with a hard pack |
| Big cutters in the bando |
| Got crack rocks, servin' |
| Choppin' up at the table |
| No one open the curtains |
| 67, that’s gang shit |
| Big cutters that we fuck with |
| Leave a man in the blood pit |
| Leave a man in the blood pit |
| Two bells in that 12 |
| Four-doors and blikkys |
| Welcome to London City |
| Trespassin', don’t be silly |
| Make you fly from young and drilly |
| Like Ross I need a milli |
| Business settings like I’m Diddy |
| New Park, that’s home like Meek in Philly |
| Two Ls up, drillers committee |
| Get you some money, my guy, why you so lippy? |
| Step out in VVS with bros, we come out drippy |
| Got off phone call one day and onsight left an opp drippy |
| Hella kwengins (Yeah) |
| They done by us, not them, put waps in tracks, that’s shellings |
| Slap out man’s headback |
| Then back home we headed |
| Bro wrapped a pumpkin in the past and left him swellin' |
| Kway, kway with a hard pack |
| Miles away with some junkies |
| Big cutters in the bando |
| For anybody tryna rozz me |
| Got crack rocks, servin' |
| Choppin' up at the table |
| No one open the curtains |
| 67, that’s gang shit |
| It’s been years and we still run shit |
| Big cutters that we fuck with |
| Leave a man in the blood pit |
| Young G wanna work |
| Send him cunch, make him twerk |
| Two bells in that 12 |
| Double-tap, make you learn |
| I’m still out here livin' |
| Niggas try get me down but their heart weren’t in it |
| Ever since then, though, I gotta stay with it |
| Rise them guns, that’s stabbings and drillings |
| You can’t ever question me cah if we see an opp we’ll kill him |
| Still out 'ere winnin' |
| And if I catch case I’ma buss that case, God willin' |
| Just unlocked my nigga Jigga J from Brixton Prison |
| Sometimes I do it baitface, niggas prayin' that my face be hidden |
| So mind how you step with my opps |
| 'Cause you could get done up with them |
| '018 see me in the ceiling whizzing |
| You gonna hear the back wheels skiddin' |
| I’m gonna miss him |
| Have my bitch in my German drippin' |
| Take her back to the gaff and then I dick it |
| Flavours smellin' like party, yes, I’m billin' |
| Kway, kway with a hard pack |
| Miles away with some junkies |
| Big cutters in the bando |
| For anybody tryna rozz me |
| Got crack rocks, servin' |
| Choppin' up at the table |
| No one open the curtains |
| 67, that’s gang shit |
| It’s been years and we still run shit |
| Big cutters that we fuck with |
| Leave a man in the blood pit |
| Young G wanna work |
| Send him cunch, make him twerk |
| Two bells in that 12 |
| Double-tap, make you learn |
| Italian sweater, Valentino sneakers |
| More time Jordans and Nikes on my feet |
| I don’t wear Adidas |
| I can make racks off traps and shows |
| I can make racks off features |
| Waps on the corner, smoke like shisha |
| But you don’t wanna feel that beater |
| More time I smoke on cookie |
| But I still smoke on the best amnesia |
| Just spoke to bro on the wing and he’s doin' up cleaner, let me get deeper |
| Feds done a sweep or clean up |
| Now hella man want freedom |
| But we’re still out 'ere like stones in the wap |
| How much more can we fuckin' teach them? |
| Long time I see that opp, man still wanna blow out his hat |
| And long time I see that bitch |
| Now I dashed when I blew out her back |
| Cuttin' up all these racks, but I need 100 banked |
| Still need more new waps, and I need platinum plaques |
| Kway, kway with a hard pack |
| Miles away with some junkies |
| Big cutters in the bando |
| For anybody tryna rozz me |
| Got crack rocks, servin' |
| Choppin' up at the table |
| No one open the curtains |
| 67, that’s gang shit |
| It’s been years and we still run shit |
| Big cutters that we fuck with |
| Leave a man in the blood pit |
| Young G wanna work |
| Send him cunch, make him twerk |
| Two bells in that 12 |
| Double-tap, make you learn |
| Kway, kway with a hard pack |
| Big cutters in the bando |
| Got crack rocks, servin' |
| Choppin' up at the table |
| No one open the curtains |
| 67, that’s gang shit |
| Leave a man in the blood pit |