Roc Marciano
Period Blood

[Intro]
Woo
Hunnid Block (Uh, yeah)
We ain't playin' no games
I'll be like this in my old age (This how we ride out, n***a)
Money, guns and cocaine (Yeah)
That's right, my n***a, okay (Yo)
Okay

[Verse 1]
You hide your hands and throw rocks, we slide with loaded Glocks
Or the pole with the folding stock (Yeah)
Smoked the opps, the stove got hot
A cop drove by; I was sittin' low in the ride
Thought you were slime, you supposed to ride, but you chose not
No suprise—guess once again, I'm alone on the job (Dolo)
I spoke with God on my alone time
My best shooter FOI with the bowtie
You know the vibes: folks gon' die
By the time they find your body by the coastline, I'll be out in Bali on a boat in slides
I just fucked your bitch in some Gucci flip-flops (Ayy)
We not lettin' shit slide (We ain't lettin' shit slide, n***a)
You ain't never seen a blick this size (Never)
Shit made your lil' nine look like a slingshot
Give 'em a bean shot; shit knocked the beans out your pot
All you seen was steam comin' out your top (Woo)
Three in the gut, the doc give you a cesarean cut
Wounds are severe, you got seriously touched (Touched)
The hit was sincerely from us, it'd cheer me up
I wrote this shit with period blood—period, it's done
[Refrain]
It must be that time of the month
So what? I'm still tryna fuck
Sorry your cycle not done, it's just another red light to run (Huh?)

[Chorus]
Slide a knife in your gut, light 'em up - fuck
Shit got uglier than a Cybertruck
Drive the Spyder, I couldn't hide the pump
Nobody ridin' shotgun; just me and my pump shotgun
Just me and my pump shotgun
Light 'em up—fuck
Shit got uglier than a Cybertruck
Drive the Spyder, I couldn't hide the pump
Nobody ridin' shotgun; just me and my pump shotgun (Uh, yo)

[Verse 2]
This the flow your shorty dig
We made history; dawgy, this is where your story ends
These kids prayed I'd fall off, but he didn't, like one of Maury's wigs
I feel like I been lit for forty years
They hated on me, but it's water under the bridge
I'm too rich for it to be a thorn in my hip
What's a stinger on a hornet to a swordsman? (Nuttin)
A pen takin' on a swordfish (Uh)
You ain't my equal; sugar does not taste like Equal (Uh-uh)
Especially to people that got a sweet tooth
Thought he seen a demon, he screamed, "Beetlejuice"
It was me, I was lookin' evil in the coupe
Cutie with me, she wearin' knee boots; she diesel
Doctor Miami put the needle in her glutes (Ass shots)
I was lookin' too GQ; I'm a beast
Might as well put a new suit on, Teen Wolf
Marci