Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Grey Blood , by - Swifty McVay. Release date: 13.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Grey Blood |
| This is for the ones who thought they had to drop on me |
| But they ruined it completely |
| Swifty McVay |
| There’s grey areas in my life I’d like to share |
| But if you colorblind mentally, then you can get the hell out of here |
| My DNA shoot strong |
| And with that being said… (HA) |
| A hard headed, thorough breaded, monster |
| Alcoholic father, mother was a nurse, and I did what I wanted |
| I wasn’t into flodgin', puttin' my money where my mouth is is what i did |
| Rappin' and scrappin' a hood legend from West 7 Mile |
| They never fucked around, couple of decades later, they still have it now |
| I bow down to nobody |
| A sloppy kid climbin' garages with adolescents and lessons I |
| Should’ve learned, I didn’t |
| Unless it’s a Vernor, stick you for potato chips and a Vernors |
| I turned hard headed I hopped on my bike and I got the fuck on |
| With dirty Nikes and no socks on, I’m shirtless |
| Rollin' through the 'hood with a purpose to get this Glock sold |
| Fuck the cops, they ain’t blockin' me, I will not fold |
| Unpredictable without a shadow of a doubt, them niggas really |
| Thought they figured me out and didn’t know |
| I’m drippin' grey blood |
| I’m a true enemy, there’s a difference between you and me |
| I’m drippin' grey blood |
| My scars fill up instantly, I’m dangerous mentally |
| Don’t you ever go mistakin' my history |
| Drippin' grey blood |
| You don’t know me, I’m nothin' phony |
| I’m 'bout my lonely, My Glock is my OG |
| My scars fill up instantly, I’m dangerous mentally |
| Don’t you ever go mistakin' my history |
| The 17th of March, 1975, I survived the abortion immediately {(Surprise!) |
| My momma looked in my eyes and prayed to God that I’d be different from all the |
| other guys |
| The youngest 7th child on the tribe, 6 sisters and one niece |
| The liquor took over my father’s mind, my momma tried to keep me alive |
| She was openin' bibles and kept hidin' my grandfather’s rifle’s arm |
| Short and stocky, attitude cocky, makin' a mockery out of the first niggas that |
| crossed me |
| Rappers stick to rappin', you get to flappin' ya mouth, I"m quick to bustin' ya |
| house with the Moss (BLAH) |
| See I’m a holocaust lyrically, a boss in the industry |
| In the street, I’m known for havin' a awful identity |
| You can catch me sippin' Hennessy under a rock with centipedes, plottin' on |
| anything that’s gonna bring the residuals much quickly |
| They called me «Swifty» before I started pursuing this rap, I kept it with me |
| Never was the forgiving type, yeah I’m simply bull headed |
| You tempt me, I might get dynamite and ignite it |
| Neighborhood pirate, I’m ridin' hounds and doin' «Do or Die» shit |
| «Divide and Conquer» is the mindset |
| Never had a complex, confident tyrant that’ll strike back, I don’t take kindly |
| to threats |
| I’m drippin' grey blood |
| I’m a true enemy, there’s a difference between you and me |
| I’m drippin' grey blood |
| My scars fill up instantly, I’m dangerous mentally |
| Don’t you ever go mistakin' my history |
| Drippin' grey blood |
| You don’t know me, I’m nothin' phony |
| I’m 'bout my lonely, My Glock is my OG |
| My scars fill up instantly, I’m dangerous mentally |
| Don’t you ever go mistakin' my history |
| DRIPPIN' GREY BLOOD |