Blood on the Asphalt

Ey Baby come around when the sun down Yeah, when she go, when she run now When she pull up, get tongued down Last nigga broke, no funds, how? Blew a couple thousand and that lil' bitch like "Wow" Now you ain't imagine this She an angel of Angeles And I know that he mad as shit And give that to me I don't even think you mean what you speak All blue strips, pockets full of deceased All my Blood homies throwin' up big B's In the six goin' crazy in the six-speed I worked my ass off You got complacent, I passed y'all I came from blood on the asphalt You better not go get your chance up It was only axe that they handed us I was just a lil' boy, had to man it up I might go blow me a planet up Money done grew, like I planted bucks I wanted smoke, but them niggas be scared of us World in the palm of my hand I'ma do all that I can If I fail, then fuck it, go again Baby come around when the sun down Yeah, when she go, when she run now When she pull up, get tongued down Last nigga broke, no funds, how? Blew a couple thousand and that lil' bitch like "Wow" Now you ain't imagine this She an angel of Angeles And I know that he mad as shit And give that to me I don't even think you mean what you speak All blue strips, pockets full of deceased All my Blood homies throwin' up big B's In the six goin' crazy in the six-speed I worked my ass off You got complacent, I passed y'all I came from blood on the asphalt You better not go get your chance up Baby come around when the sun down Yeah, when she go, when she run now When she pull up, get tongued down Last nigga broke, no funds, how? Blew a couple thousand and that lil' bitch like "Wow" Now you ain't imagine this She an angel of Angeles And I know that he mad as shit And give that to me I don't even think you mean what you speak All blue strips, pockets full of deceased All my Blood homies throwin' up big B's In the six goin' crazy in the six-speed I worked my ass off You got complacent, I passed y'all I came from blood on the asphalt You better not go get your chance up And give that to me I don't even think you mean what you speak All blue strips, pockets full of deceased All my Blood homies throwin' up big B's In the six goin' crazy in the six-speed I worked my ass off You got complacent, I passed y'all I came from blood on the asphalt You better not go get your chance up