Blood On My Denim
A Boogie Wit da Hoodie Lyrics

I thought every girl I had was the one (uh, huh), but she was not it
I believed that every girl I was with was my soulmate, but in reality, none of them were the right fit for me.

Ninety nine percent of bitches be thottin' (thottin')
The majority of women are engaging in promiscuous behavior.

If I do the same thing, you'll say I'm not shit (not shit)
If I were to behave in a similar manner, you would criticize me and deem me worthless.

I could do the same thing, you'll leave cryin' (cryin')
If I were to act in the same way, you would end up feeling hurt and upset.

Shit got a little deeper through the process (process)
The situation became more complex and difficult as time went on.

Still addicted to the streets, can't hide it (hide it)
I am still deeply attached to the lifestyle of the streets and cannot conceal it.

Walk around with two Glizzy's in my pocket (pocket)
I carry two guns in my pocket for protection.

Already cocked it, flip a nigga like a socket (socket)
I have already readied the guns and I can easily defeat and overpower someone.

Nigga, way before the fame we was wildin'
Before achieving fame, we were engaging in reckless and unruly behavior.

Then they killed my nigga Quado in the projects (projects)
One of my close friends, Quado, was murdered in the low-income housing area.

And it's a shame, all the bitches that was curvin'
It's unfortunate that all the women who rejected me in the past are now showing interest.

I see the same damn names in my comments (comments)
I notice the same individuals consistently commenting on my social media posts.

She was lookin' O.D. from her side-eye
She was intensely observing me with suspicion or doubt.

Said she ain't an eater, oh she lied, oh she lied-lied
She claimed she didn't indulge in promiscuous behavior, but she was clearly lying.

Woke up to three bitches in my bed
I woke up to find three women in my bed.

Made me say it three times, 'Oh you fine, oh you fine-fine'
I couldn't help but express my admiration three times, emphasizing how attractive they were.

I ain't rockin' with no ho niggas or bozo
I refuse to associate myself with disloyal or foolish individuals.

That's a no-no, nigga, nah, nah
Absolutely not, I won't tolerate that kind of behavior.

I know they love my fly, the way I rock Dolce and Gabanna
I am aware that people admire my stylish fashion choices, especially when wearing Dolce and Gabbana.

I lost my niggas to the streets when it coulda been me
I tragically lost my friends to violence and crime, a fate that easily could have been mine.

It's fucked up, they either dead or doin' fed time
The situation is incredibly unfortunate, as my friends are either deceased or incarcerated.

Oh, you all about your bread, so am I
You are focused on making money, just like me.

If it's money on your mind, .45 to your hairline
If your main concern is money, I won't hesitate to threaten you with a .45 caliber gun.

And I keep it by the dresser
I always keep a gun nearby, specifically on a dresser for easy access.

That's for any bitch who ever try to break my heart, I won't let ya
I am prepared to retaliate against any woman who attempts to cause me emotional pain.

Still got blood on my denims
There are still traces of the violence and pain I have experienced on my denim clothing.

That was all the blood that was in him, no more love in a nigga
The blood on my denim represents all the pain and loss I have endured, leaving me incapable of feeling love anymore.

But I swear her company made me so comfortable
However, I admit that being with her brought me a sense of ease and comfort.

I don't fuck with her (uh), the way she fuck with me
I am not interested in pursuing a romantic relationship with her, even though she desires me.

And it's probably because I'm from the X, where they take for respect
My reluctance may stem from the fact that I come from the X (Bronx), where people highly value and demand respect.

Thought I woulda been into the grave on my def
Many expected me to end up dead and buried before achieving any success.

Same fit for a week, now I hate Nike Tech
I used to wear the same outfit for a week, but now I dislike Nike Tech clothing.

Now I'm a trendsetter from my sweater to my hat
Currently, I am setting fashion trends through my choice of clothing, from my sweater to my hat.

Biggs put me on the big ass purple Puma Jet
My associate, Biggs, introduced me to a large, luxurious purple Puma jet.

I'm flexin' more than ever, she like, 'Money make me wet'
I am flaunting my wealth and success more than ever, and she is attracted to the financial power I possess.

And if I die, I'ma die for my respect
If my life were to end, it would be because I stood up for my reputation and earned respect.

Bury me with like a milly on my neck, ah
When I pass away, I want to be buried with a million dollars worth of jewelry around my neck.

Run through it, all the bands that a nigga got
I go through all the money that I have earned.

I wonder, if the streets still care about me
I am uncertain if the streets still hold any regard or concern for me.

Long story, I can never really talk about it
There are certain events and experiences in my life that I can never fully discuss or divulge.

I'm numb to it, I stand still when I hear shots
I have become desensitized to the sound of gunshots, remaining composed and motionless when they occur.

I hear niggas talkin' 'bout the money that they don't got
I hear people boasting and bragging about money they do not actually possess.

I used to be up on the corner with my young akh
I used to spend my time on the street corner with my fellow comrades.

Now I go buy a couple pounds of the fronto
Nowadays, I purchase multiple pounds of tobacco leaves (fronto) for rolling blunts.

I still smoke it by the pound, I get dumb high
I continue to consume large quantities of marijuana, resulting in a significant level of intoxication.

I still smoke it by the pound like a rasta
I continue to smoke pounds of marijuana, emulating the habits of a Rastafarian.

I send money to my niggas sittin' up, yeah
I send financial support to my friends who are currently incarcerated.

I send money to my daughter, she's a rugrat
I also provide financial assistance to my daughter, who is still young and dependent on me.

I been through it but I'm not givin' up, yeah
I have faced many hardships, but I refuse to surrender or give up.

I switch up of different cars, now they upset
I continuously change between different cars, which has caused frustration and envy among others.

She was lookin' O.D. from her side eye
She was glaring at me suspiciously or disapprovingly.

Said she ain't an eater, but she lie all the time-time
She claimed she didn't engage in promiscuous behavior, but in truth, she constantly lies.

I woke up to three bitches in my bed
When I woke up, I found three women in my bed.

Made me say it three times, 'Oh you fine, oh you fine-fine'
Their beauty was so captivating that I couldn't help but compliment them three times, emphasizing their attractiveness.

I know they love my fly, the way I rock Dolce and Gabanna
I am aware that people admire my stylish fashion choices, especially when wearing Dolce and Gabbana.

I lost my niggas to the streets when it coulda been me
I tragically lost my friends to violence and crime, a fate that easily could have been mine.

It's fucked up, they either dead or doin' fed time
The situation is incredibly unfortunate, as my friends are either deceased or incarcerated.

Oh, you all about your bread, so am I
You are focused on making money, just like me.

If it's money on your mind, .45 to your hairline
If your main concern is money, I won't hesitate to threaten you with a .45 caliber gun.

And I keep it by the dresser
I always keep a gun nearby, specifically on a dresser for easy access.

Just in case a bitch ever try to break my heart, I won't let ya
I am prepared to retaliate against any woman who attempts to cause me emotional pain.

I still got blood on my denims
There are still traces of the violence and pain I have experienced on my denim clothing.

That was the blood that was in him, no more love in a nigga
The blood on my denim represents all the pain and loss I have endured, leaving me incapable of feeling love anymore.