Lil Wayne — Blood Klot

[Intro] What the blood klot? What the blood klot? Imma rude boy, with me dreadlock Dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta Imma rude, badman shotta [Verse 1] What the blood klot? What the blood klot? Imma rude boy, with me dreadlock Imma bad boy, Imma 2Pac Choppa choppin half off like a coupon Imma lil nigga, please do not, feel froggy, cuz if you high Imma boom bap bap, with the oowap bap You ain't know we call the uzi the oowap I dont do cops, I dont do wap I dont do bitches, that act bourgeois Excuse my french, I just do moi But she do coke, she do molly, she do moonrock Yeah.. [Bridge] Amen, Hallelujah Weezy threw a snitch off the rooftop, bye Convertibles, I dont do tops I dont do carlots, I do the dupont Balling and what not Bitch I've been ballin since the hook shot When I saw my first mil' I ain't look shocked Take a sip and pop a pill when the hook drop [Hook] Take a sip and pop a pill when the hook drop Take a sip and pop a pill when the hook drop Dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta Tunechi rude boy, bad man hear my shotta [Verse 2] What the blood klot? What the blood klot? Im in the two-door Benz Coupe with the bug eyes Im in the two-door Benz Coupe, bumpin Thug Life Im in a two cup congregration sippin mud slides (pour up) 211s at night, 187s broad daylight Catch you at a red light, make it yo grave sight (bap bap) Guns clappin so loud, give you stage fright Banana clips look like a banana in a tail-pipe And niggas in wheelchairs is half-dead Niggas with real money is in the feds They just ran in my house last week Damn, I wasn't home I was in the streets I ain't never home, I be in the streets A money hound, giving hoes the runaround It been fuck the world, it wanna cuddle now I ain't fucking with them niggas cuz they funny style I ain't fucking with them niggas cuz they funny style I ain't fucking with them niggas cuz they funny style 100 pounds in the trunk, drove a 100 mile Make a deal we drop it off and then we turn around Hunt you down, take your shit and then we gun you down I fix your frown, leave my footprints on your stomping ground I feel my high coming down, roll another ounce Hate when my hoes come in town unannounced [Bridge] I got my own ups and downs You lil niggas dont do shit but make my stomach growl Take a shower with your bitch and let her rub me down She say you tiny but that dick looks like it muclebound Give me the pussy, tear it up and down Doing circles in the pussy I dont fuck around Crash dummies better dumb it down Better buckle up and stay buckled down Smoking on the loud and we love the sound Yeah, sweet as Gil Scott Yeah, looking like guwap Take a sip and pop a pill when the hook drop [Hook] When the hook drop Take a sip and pop a pill when the hook drop Dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta Tunechi badman, rude boy, Imma shotta Blowup [Outro] Dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta Tunechi badman, rude boy, Imma shotta Dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta Tunechi badman, rude boy, Imma shotta Blowup Ouuwee... Mula baby.. What the blood klot? What the blood klot? Imma rude boy, with me dreadlock Dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta Imma rude, badman shotta No Ceilings