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YG – Blood Walk Lyrics

Blood Walk Lyrics By YG

Froste on the beat
(Red rag, burgundy flag, all that)
I’m finna bleed this bitch

I be blood, blood, blood walkin’
While I’m blood, blood, blood talkin’
I be blood, blood, blood walkin’
While I’m blood, blood, blood talkin’
I be blood walkin’ and I’m blood talkin’
Got a red rag on me, got the strap on me, woah
What’s bracking? I’m an eastside nigga, I get active

Blood walkin’ of the hip, clip talkin’
Baby case shells, kickflip, Tony Hawk
When I die leave the flag in the coffin
Keep me in the red, uniform, blood walking
Gangs sings in they photo, but I get the dough, though
I’m [?] they call me [?]
When the hood was hot you was never loco
Clownface emoji, nigga, you’s a bozo
I got the G’s, the YG’s through the beef
They in the field, bottom of the cleats
Caugth him by a Shell, straight E
Put that on some though, Piru street
Big B rollin’, twenty a piece
For all the red homies, I smoke, I drink
Stay with the heat like I stay with the freak
In the function, twistin’ on my flaggers

I be blood, blood, blood walkin’
While I’m blood, blood, blood talkin’
I be blood, blood, blood walkin’
While I’m blood, blood, blood talkin’
I be blood walkin’ and I’m blood talkin’
Got a red rag on me, got the strap on me, woah
What’s bracking? I’m an eastside nigga, I get active

All red handkerchief, blueface [?]
Ghostface Killah with the all mink [?]
Two dealt, all underneath for my maintenance
Two redbones, fuck ’em each simultaneously
Me, I be-be walkin’, no baby steps
Niggas actin’ like they hard, they just raisin’ nest
My slime brazy, slime still get a brazy check
Big B, triple OG, and made in that
White diamonds, rose gold, red Patek
All the blood money comin’ in redhanded
I’ma pull up red truck in the [?]
But I’ma hop out with the toaster lookin’ for the breadbasket
Gotta leave a nigga bleedin’, suwoo a bigger
[?] business meetin’ [?]
I Piru everything I put my shoe on, nigga
Bet I told you, nigga

I be blood, blood, blood walkin’
While I’m blood, blood, blood talkin’
I be blood, blood, blood walkin’
While I’m blood, blood, blood talkin’
I be blood walkin’ and I’m blood talkin’
Got a red rag on me, got the strap on me, woah
What’s bracking? I’m an eastside nigga, I get active