Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Up in Blood, artist - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Date of issue: 27.10.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Up in Blood |
| Death before dishonor put my trust up in these slugs |
| No trust, no love |
| Say bitch I get it up in blood |
| Tell me when did I go wrong, where did I go wrong? |
| We just wanted to get on |
| Bitch I get it up in blood |
| I got so many niggas gone, so many comin' home |
| For my team I put on |
| Bitch I get it up in blood nigga |
| Say bitch I get it up in blood |
| I get it up in blood |
| These niggas be hatin' tryna fuck my name up |
| I been gettin' it in tryna get my bread up |
| Can’t trust nobody, can’t let’em get me caught up |
| Get up in my way he gone get his head busted |
| Bop yo head to my music but don’t feel my pain |
| Shit too deep you’ll never understand |
| Same ole shit seem like it don’t change |
| Some pussy ass niggas get hit with that flame |
| No I can’t step I’m still learning the game |
| Ride through my city and I’m strapped with that thang |
| I gotta stay focus I’m only 16, prefect my crowd pursuing my dreams |
| In the life of a Menace I go by the name youngboy |
| Call the shots cause I’m over that gang |
| She looked in my face and was tellin' them lies |
| Got deno to set that hoe car up in flames |
| Just cause he my cousin I ain’t let him slide |
| Shoot his ma house up since he think that I’m playin' |
| My and P steal a truck fill that bitch up with gas shoot out of time and come |
| up on that bag |
| We gone take everything since he want a taste |
| Death before dishonor put my trust up in these slugs |
| No trust, no love |
| Say bitch I get it up in blood |
| Tell me when did I go wrong, where did I go wrong? |
| We just wanted to get on |
| Bitch I get it up in blood |
| I got so many niggas gone, so many comin' home |
| For my team I put on |
| Bitch I get it up in blood nigga |
| Say bitch I get it up in blood |
| I get it up in blood |
| Murder, terrorizing, that’s all they understand |
| Enemies, memories I got some bloody hands |
| Son of a hitter, cold nigga with some cold ways |
| My court days, rest in peace to all my throwaways |
| I sit and smile like fuck them niggas on my johnson days |
| Straight disrespect, what you expect they suppose to lay |
| I know these niggas don’t love me so why should I trust them? |
| These niggas they bustas, I put em' in ditches I put em' on crutches, |
| slanging them cutters |
| I done lost too many niggas, took too many losses |
| He wasn’t bout busting his trigger, took the boss of bosses |
| Got caught by the boss, if you slippin' it may cost ya' |
| Jeepers creepers in these waters, best leave home with your revolver |
| I hope yo people got extensions cause them boys got shooters |
| It’s bout who catch the other slippin it’s not bout choppers and rugers |
| I pray I come home to Kinnie |
| It’s me, Youngboy and that llama |
| Been a young boy bout that drama |
| Thuggin death fo' dishonor |
| BOSS MAYNE |
| Death before dishonor put my trust up in these slugs |
| No trust, no love |
| Say bitch I get it up in blood |
| Tell me when did I go wrong, where did I go wrong? |
| We just wanted to get on |
| Bitch I get it up in blood |
| I got so many niggas gone, so many comin' home |
| For my team I put on |
| Bitch I get it up in blood nigga |
| Say bitch I get it up in blood |
| I get it up in blood |