Bloody Tears Lyrics – BigBankBandz ft. G Herbo

[Intro: BigBankBandz]
Huh, you know
9inewaves again?
You know what I'm saying
We was deep up in them trenches, yeah
But n!ggas weren't dumb
N!ggas were intelligent
You know what I'm saying, huh

[Chorus: BigBankBandz]
We was deep up in them trenches
But intelligent (Huh)
A lot of robbing
A lot of killing going on
I seen hell of it (Huh)
She say she feel good up inside
When she hug me (She did)
I can't put you on for free
Lil' n!gga, you don't love me
Call the shots, yeah
I'm a boss
That's some' that you should be
Open up and talk
Don't be scared of me, baby
(Don't be scared of me)
I think that you special
Spend a bag on you, baby
Throw it back and f**k it up
Prepared for it, baby

[Verse 1: BigBankBandz]
Turn my self up
Think I owe you some'
You can suck a d!ck
Why you all up in yo' feelings worried
'bout b!tches I ain't hit?
(Why you worried?)
I been grinding, yeah
Whole lotta years for this sh!t
(Whole lotta years)
I done put a lot of blood
Sweat and tears in this sh!t
(Blood, sweat and tears)
Who the f**k is you tell me
That I don't deserve this sh!t?
(Who the f**k is you?)
The same n!ggas I did sh!t for throw
My name in dirt and sh!t
If it's up then it's stuck, yeah
The sh!t is permanent (The sh!t is stuck)
Told my pops we in this sh!t for life
This sh!t is permanent
Jewels jingling on my neck
Like a Christmas ornament
Say she want it, it's expensive
I tell her just order it
I was so high, drunk my soda
I forgot to pour in it
Foreign denim on my body
You ain't never heard of this (Nope)
I got money, I get hell of it
Smoking gas, inhaling it
Don't know how I'm coming
Well, just listen
'cause I'm telling it (Listen)
Told my b!tch, "Stop tripping girl
We locked, know you Heaven-sent"
(Girl, stop tripping)
You can't trick me out my spot
Because I'm too intelligent

[Chorus: BigBankBandz]
We was deep up in them trenches
But intelligent
A lot of robbing
A lot of killing going on
I seen hell of it (Huh)
She say she feel good up inside
When she hug me (She did)
I can't put you on for free
Lil' n!gga, you don't love me
Call the shots, yeah
I'm a boss
That's some' that you should be
Open up and talk
Don't be scared of me, baby
(Don't be scared of me)
I think that you special
Spend a bag on you, baby
(Spend a bag)
Throw it back and f**k it up
Prepared for it, baby

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
I played that field like a punch sack
I'ma touch back
If it's up, n!gga
F**k that, you get dumped at
It was ugly, couldn't touch me
You couldn't touch Max
All this money, you don't f**k with me
'cause I touch racks
You ain't never touch Neiman's
Never touched Sacks (Uh-uh)
Never touch no Boas
Never touch gats (No gats, pu**y)
Ran through all them hoes
Go look up the facts
We f**ked all the Rats (Uh)
We f**ked all the Nats (Uh)
I don't got no phone
I'm not calling back (Uh-uh)
I don't got no home
Swerve a rolling stone (Go)
Got it all alone
I didn't take no loans (You know that)
I stay low, don't f**k with rappers
I don't want no songs, b!tch

[Chorus: BigBankBandz]
We was deep up in them trenches
But intelligent
A lot of robbing
A lot of killing going on
I seen hell of it (Huh)
She say she feel good up inside
When she hug me (She did)
I can't put you on for free
Lil' n!gga, you don't love me
Call the shots, yeah
I'm a boss
That's some' that you should be
Open up and talk
Don't be scared of me, baby
(Don't be scared of me)
I think that you special
Spend a bag on you, baby
(Spend a bag)
Throw it back and f**k it up
Prepared for it, baby