Bloody Valentine (feat. Hugh Bloww)

I remember watching Looney Toons & thinking these some gangsta ass niggas Then I met that nigga Bloww Now that's a gangsta ass nigga Handed me the pistol Told me do the dirty & then got it how it was Cause that's that fucking verdict I remember back When I was Bubba Paris with that sack I remember banging the streets Now I can't never look back Like Eddie Murphy up in Harlem Nights I think they called him Quick Quick to whoop your ass & take your cash Then prolly smash your Bitch Uh Pass it to my nigga Bloww Watch me swing my door He will prolly take ya ho Prolly take ya dough Uh What you doing minding mines I see dollar signs Pull up on ya blocka with the choppa Bloody Valentine A quarter tank of gas A tool in my belt Ton'e tryna ride What he ride with is 2 straps Times after 12 & he's moving with 2 packs I'm a quarter back from doubling up for more stacks So what you saying What you saying What you saying What you saying What you saying ho Yea So what you saying What you saying What you saying What you saying What you saying ho Yea Quarter past 12 & i'm looking at whose who Tommy got the 4 on 12 he might shoot Bird got the camera at 12 & Fox news Money is the root of evil but that dope will do it too Now it's Bloww money off of show money Graduated higher road money Making more money Tryna show em We can make a way Setup super straight up off a lake Pull up on Estate I'm hopping in the booth & getting laid Got a bad lil bitch Tryna marry from the Bay When the pack touch down she the first to get a taste It's alot of ho's fucking It's alot of ho's waiting Label me a Satist if you think this shit a game I got dirt up on my slip I'm tryna scale my whole name Or I can spell it in the clouds How i'm breaking tree down If it's loud does it really make a sound muhfucka Car start but can you really hear me now muhfucka Wassup