Lil Wayne – Blooded Lyrics

Blooded

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"Blooded." - Lil Wayne

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 02:58 pm

Album: Da Drought 3

Track No: 15

Pi' 'til I die
Just because
Pi' 'til I die
Piru
B's up
Bitch, I'm me
Young Money is the label, let us in the door
And we comin' in this bitch all red to the floor
And I'm Blooded, soowoop
And I'm Blooded, soowoop (Yeah, yeah)
I got Bloods on stage, Bloods at my shows
Fuck with my Bloods, got blood on your clothes
And I'm Blooded, soowoop
And I'm Blooded, soowoop
Once again, it's on, yeah, I'm back in the booth (Yeah)
Stand at the top like a tack in the roof (Yeah)
Still on these hoes like a mack in a suit (Yeah)
Still on my toes, not a crack in my shoe (Let's go)
Rappers talking 'bout me, but I don't give a hoot (Fuck 'em)
These **** still lying, I'm the motherfucking truth (Fuck 'em)
Talk tough 'til I knock off your kuf' (Fuck 'em)
And I own my team, I'm like a Maloof (Yeah)
They hatin' on me, I'm just tryna be Weezy (Uh)
Just like Young Jeezy in a lima-bean 'Ghini (What up, boy?)
Smoked out my mind, baby, now I'm seein' 3D (Yeah)
Dope boy fresh from my fitted to my DCs (Yeah)
All red, so these hoes know who we be's (B's up)
We be's Bloods, we B's
Popeye flow, y'all **** Sweet Peas
Getting high on a yacht, call it seaweed
Young Money is the label, let us in the door
And we comin' in this bitch all red to the floor
And I'm Blooded, soowoop
And I'm Blooded, soowoop (Yeah)
I got Bloods on stage, Bloods at my shows
Fuck with my Bloods, got blood on your clothes
And I'm Blooded, soowoop
And I'm Blooded, soowoop (Yeah, come on)
I advance my flow (Yeah), and they must like that (Yeah)
They like it so much, they say they write that
Barkin' at the dog, but I don't bite back
I ain't CPR, I ain't bringin' they life back
Black CBR, bad bitch on the bike back (Alright)
Skittles on my wrist, yeah, ****, the bright pack
I'ma shine, I live where the light at (You dig?)
Air Force fly, call me a Nike check
Brand-new coupe same color as the sky
The dash say two, y'all know I'm gon' try
Cop pull me over, y'all know I'm gon' lie
They go up in my trunk, y'all know I'm gon' fry
Them **** throwin' salt all over my fries
So I'ma just walk all over them guys
**** throwing darts, never hit the bullseye
Young Money, bitch, New Orleans, East Side
Young Money is the label, let us in the door
And we comin' in this bitch all red to the floor
And I'm Blooded, soowoop
And I'm Blooded, soowoop
I got Bloods on stage, Bloods at my shows
Fuck with my Bloods, got blood on your clothes
And I'm Blooded, soowoop
And I'm Blooded, soowoop (Yeah)
Been around the world, rep the same thing
Been around the world, it's the same gang
B's up, B's up, flame gang
Blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt, bang-bang
I told my homie Streets, "You can't sleep on life"
So he popped an X pill and didn't sleep all night (Yeah)
I ain't worrying 'bout you, I'm just tryna do me
Last album did two, I'm just tryna do three (Go)
I am what every pair of eyes ought to see (Go)
Bitches wish they could just call and order me (Ho)
My mama used to tell me get a 9-to-5
Cash Money made her say never mind, I'm fine (B's up)
Young Money is the label, let us in the door
And we comin' in this bitch all red to the floor
And I'm Blooded, soowoop
And I'm Blooded, soowoop (Yeah)
I got Bloods on stage, Bloods at my shows
Fuck with my Bloods, got blood on your clothes
And I'm Blooded, soowoop
And I'm Blooded, soowoop (Soowoop)
Yeah, Pi' 'til I die
Yeah, yeah, Pi' 'til I die
Piru to Damu
Yeah
Soowoop

Writer(s): Dwayne Carter.

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