Phat Geez - Bloodline lyrics

[Produced by Cousin Vinny] [Intro] Yeah, Why Not thru the bloodline n***a Woah, woah, woah [Verse 1] Life is like playin' some dice, no we not living too right We mix the lean with the Sprite, n***a we buy what we like You party too much and I'm up in the stu' makin' bangers tonight Free all of my n***as that's up in the prison, I'm sendin' 'em kite Holdin' 'em down, I bet they make their night (yeah, yeah) Smokin' dro runnin' lights (yeah, yeah) b**hes, they want the pipe (yeah, yeah) We don't catch feelin's, we catchin' flights p**y a** rappers get robbed for they ice No we not talkin', we catch you on sight This is too easy, I barely don't write Few from the columns, just look at the site Grind hard then you shine hard Poppin' Percs like they Tylenol Thirty shots in that nina raw Light this b**h up like a shooting guard All heads n***a, coin toss If your n***a die then you took a loss And we keep it brief we don't f** with frauds We don't cuff them hoes, we just f** 'em all Band up, young n***a band up We f** em' and flee em, that's why they can't stand us Coupe with them peoples so you gave your man up f** her on camera, f** her on camera, f** her on camera Shout out to G, he got that pipe in the 'mera Pull up on that ho, I bet you that scare her [Interlude] Why (?) hip hop when I do. f** I mean God damn. Why is it suddenly a n***a trippin' when I do? Why everybody else can have a war, have beef within' the music, talk about differences and it's okay, it's music, it's hip-hop, it's groundbreaking. When I do it, it's war [Verse 2] Living life but it's f**ed up n***a subtweetin' and get f**ed up And my old b**h, she stuck up She keep textin' me, I don't wanna f** And I'm gone for the night, gone for the night Smokin' on strong for the night, lil b**h you grown for the night I'ma get in them thongs for the night I guess I'm wrong for the night And we smokin' on strong tonight We smokin' on strong tonight Let me drink the rest of my syrup Middle of summer on top of the paper (know that x3) Flights to LA to watch local play the Lakers Oh you mixed with Jamaican, that a** is amazin' Let's go to the teli, get poppin' like bacon Remember the nights out in Vegas Rehab on Sunday, around the time I graduated See me with Meek Mill I got plenty haters Do it myself, I don't ask for no favors No we not the same, I do this sh** major Yeah, I do this sh** major I'm gone