[Intro – Talkin’ Shit]
Ayy, slime shit
Red rag, blue flag — still my slatt
Jeremy Boussamba, that’s my muthafuckin' Crip
Yeah, he Crip but we ride same set
On God… bloodline shit 🌹🔵🔴
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[Couplet 1 – Jeffery Slatt]
Red bandana tied tight, that’s gang
Hellcat growlin’, tucked in the jeans
Got a stick in the ride, it go blaow
I ain’t never froze up when it came to the scene
Jeremy my Crip, my twin, my kin
He got dreads like Kodak, still got that grin
He don’t talk, just walk with a limp
Glock got a switch, turn a opp to shrimp
Whole lotta cash, whole lotta racks
Opps broke as fuck, they live in cap
Say they outside? We spinnin’ back
Slatt wit’ the set, we bleed for that
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[Hook – Mélodique Travis x Trippie]
We was born in the trap, now we die in Dior
Blood & Crip, that’s the fam — can’t ask for more
Say my name? That’s a war
Boussamba wild like a moshpit tour
He my brodie, he my slime
He a Crip, but he ride wit’ 9s
I’m a Blood, I’m outside wit’ mines
Anybody act tough get lined (brraah)
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[Couplet 2 – Jérémy Boussamba style]
Yeah, fuck them opps
They broke, no guap
We slide, no talk
My Glock got no lock
I’m that dreadhead steppin’ in Off-White
Niggas be cappin’ but we outside
Feds on my dick but I move light
Kodak in my ear, I see no light
Trippie on my pain, I write at night
Tat on my face, I’m thuggin’ for life
Pour that drank, I don’t chase no wife
Just me, my stick, and Slatt in the ride
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[Bridge – Travis Scott energy]
No vest, we risk it
Life too short, we lit it
Draco sing like Trippie
Slatt and Crip, no pity
Hopped in the whip, no ceiling
Jeremy my twin, no gimmick
Blood and Crip? That’s spirit
Opps get zipped, no clinic
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[Couplet 3 – Fusion Kodak / Jeffery]
Young nigga made it from the gutter
Used to serve dime bags to your mother
Now I rock fur in the summer
Your bitch in my phone like “Slatt, you a stunna”
Pull up wit’ Boussamba, that’s my slime
Real Crip, but he always on time
Grew up in pain, turned it to shine
Shoot for each other like Bonnie and Clyde
My bro got the wave like Florida tides
Kodak flow when he look in your eyes
He don’t flex — just step and glide
One call, and it’s a Red flag ride (brrrah)
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[Hook – Final]
Blood or Crip — we locked in, no fake
Same pain, same streets, same hate
Boussamba wit’ me, never fold, no snake
We get the bag, then split that cake
Say his name, you gon’ see that rage
Bloodline shit, no cap, no stage
Yeah, we up — but we still in rage
Fuck a opp, we on a warpath page.
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[Outro – Spoken Like Kodak]
I said that’s my brodie, fuck the color
Crip or Blood, we bleed the same hunger
You see Boussamba, just know
That’s one dreadhead you don’t ever cross
Slatt for life
Gang shit, no lame shit
Bloodline...
