Yo bloodlish
I just been itching to up on the stick
I don't know who the fuck wanting the smoke
So I guess that I'm gonna go have to pick
Who want the blick
Up on the choppa
I'm putting some holes everywhere in his crib
Hop in the whip and we dip
Ski mask up so the neighbours they ain't saying shit
I got a bite like a pit
These bitches they thinking they hard but they small like a clit
Up on the stick like my bitch has been up on my dick
No we not having no kids
I finna risk
Cause fortune been loving the brave
So tell em to run me my shit
Kuma the third got a verse
I'm doing mine first
I'm leaving him last cause he sick
I gotta rearrange this shit
Like I rearrange Brains gotta reload the clip
Know they be saying I'm strange
But money I've gained since I been a real ass jit
Man I been the shit
These numbers don't lie
But you know that these bitches do
Got a bad bitch with a side hoe gotta pick and choose
Man I'm blowing up got me some bigger shoes
Like yeah
Blood on my wrist, I know
I got the pistol whip to show
No bitch, no face, no way, no go
No hoes, imma figure my way in the zone, okay
Time too slow, two faced
I got the drip on skates, no dates, no race
Trigger be shot no wait, don't trust nobody, my trait, okay, okay
I got the strap on me
Running and running and running for fees
My shot, my stick, my match, I see
Don't bleed on the mag, hit or miss your needs, okay
I got the strap on me
Running and running and running for fees
My shot, my stick, my match, I see
Don't bleed on the mag, hit or miss your needs, okay