Back in Blood
Do you like videos where rappers talk to their money? Well, if you do, “Back in Blood” will make you feel a certain way. “Back in Blood” has every cliché rap gimmick you can imagine. Let’s see: drugs, jewelry, tacky clothing, lots of dudes, and hardcore rap music.
Pooh Shiesty
There is nothing cuddly about Pooh Shiesty. Pooh Shiesty is no Winnie the Pooh. He is a cold hearted gangster who likes big clothing, money, and jewelry. This song is about murder in Chicago. There is nothing nice about Pooh Shiesty. He is calling out all the fake rappers who pretend to be gangster. “Back in Blood” is the real deal.
Lyrics for Back in Blood
Smurk (Hmm, hmm, big, brr, hmm, hmm-mmm, huh, uh-uh)
Long way, learned somethin’ back from this shit (Mmm, mmm)
(Turn me up, YC, turn me up, YC, turn me up, YC)
Yeah, I get in this shit in blood, homie (Mmm, mmm-mmm)
Bitch, I got my own fire, don’t need security in the club (No)
All that wolfin’ on the net (Ugh), n***a, I thought you was a thug
I ain’t got nowhere to go, I shot up everywhere they was (Brr)
Yeah, you know who took that shit from you (Brr), come get it back in blood (Brr, brr, brr)
Bitch, come get it back in blood (Brr)
We ain’t mask up, no dodger, rich n****s know who it was
Extortin’ shit just like the ’80s, once I’m back, get it in blood (Brr)
Yeah, you know who took that shit from you (Ayy), come get it back in blood (Brr, brr)
If your n****a killer ain’t dead, you shouldn’t wear no R.I.P. shirt (No)
We had three hundred shots up in the car before we picked up Durk (3Hunna)
You n****s who? Ain’t got shit goin’, go grab a Glizzy, get alert (‘Lert)
Shiesty G, post “R.I.P.” (Brr) and the reason in the dirt (Slime, brr, brr)
You gotta know I go too far (Let’s go), it’s two O’s up on this hundred, one of ’em might stand for O-block (Brr)
‘Bout twenty, some shots left up in the K, fifteen still in the Glock (The Glizzy)
Keep my door unlocked and stop (Stop), I like gettin’ on feet, park the car (Stop, brr, park the car)
We get up close, do him dirty, ain’t showin’ love (No)
Eleven thousand, all ones, left my right pocket in the club (On God)
These blue faces up on me dirty, I went, got it out the mud (Fasho)
If I took some, get it in blood (Brr), I don’t give a fuck what we was
Bitch, I got my own fire (Brr), don’t need security in the club (No)
All the wolfin’ on the net (Ugh), n***a, I thought you was a thug
I ain’t got nowhere to go, I shot up everywhere they was (Brr)
Yeah, you know who took that shit from you (Brr), come get it back in blood (Brr, brr, brr)
Bitch, come get it back in blood (Brr)
We ain’t mask up, no dodger (Smurk), rich n****s know who it was (Before)
Extortin’ shit just like the ’80s (Gang), once I’m back, get it in blood (God)
Yeah, you know who took that shit from you, come get it back in blood (Let’s go)
Killed your mans, you keep on talkin’, better get that shit in blood
Give my shawty and ’em a dub (Yeah), then they gon’ walk inside this club (Yeah)
Hit his lil’ ass with that switch, I bet that switch switch up his nerves
Fuck the opps, inside my city, lil’ bro put ’em in the mud (Brrah)
You can’t come back to your hood, huh? (No)
He was dissin’ on my cousin and now his ass all in that wood, huh? (Boom, boom, boom)
Book his ass, I wish he would come (Pussy)
V. Roy pop up out that cut with that new Glock, I wish he would run (Grrah, grrah)
His ass playin’, bitch, I’m really icy (Really icy)
Pooh Shiesty, that’s my dawg, but Pooh, you know I’m really shiesty (My n***a)
You told all ’em O.T. niggas that you really slide? (Pussy)
Tell the truth about your gang, bitch, they really dyin’ (Gang)
Bitch, I got my own fire, don’t need security in the club (No)
All the wolfin’ on the net (Ugh), n***a, I thought you was a thug
I ain’t got nowhere to go, I shot up everywhere they was (Brr)
Yeah, you know who took that shit from you (Brr), come get it back in blood (Brr, brr, brr)
Bitch, come get it back in blood (Brr)
We ain’t mask up, no dodger, rich n****s know who it was (Before)
Extortin’ shit just like the ’80s, once I’m back, get it in blood (God)
Yeah, you know who took that shit from you, come get it back in blood (Bitch, brr)
Come get it back in blood (Brr, big, brr)
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