I LIKE BLOOD
Where are you Ginseng?
Yeah, um, ayy
I like bands, I like cars, I like broad shit
Got my mans all around me on my boss shit
I got pain in my body, I like star shit
You can't find me, I'm inside, I'm on Mars shit
I like, I like bitches on my dick
I like niggas that don't wanna take no pic
Shawty treat me like a baby, like I'm six
Goofy niggas really think I'm from the six
I like red like it's blood, I don't move in the sun
All these niggas think they tough, you a fan, I ain't dumb
I'm that nigga, can't you see? I got Gucci on my feet
Fuck your bitch inside your sheet, I got diamonds on my teeth
All these meds ain't doing shit, I just wish you ain't my shit
Find your grave and then I shit, nigga, I don't give a shit
All these niggas are my kids, I make magic, I'm a wiz
You be talking like a bitch, put your body in the fridge
Yeah
Young boy gon' get to 'em (oh, he did that)
Young boy gon' get to 'em (oh, he did that)
Young boy gon' get to 'em (oh, he did that)
Young boy gon' get to 'em (oh, he did that)
Young boy gon' get to 'em (oh, he did that)
Young boy gon', ayy
Ayy, I like percs, I like xans
I through bands up on that ass
Oh, that's your bitch? Shit, my bad
Thumb through the guap, we move too fast
And she gon' suck like a leech, creepin' right through the sheets
And these diamonds in my gums when I smile like bling
Been up finessing, no stressing
Moving that work out of Texas
Using that Uzi, that's my lethal weapon
Tell the world get out my mentions
I got the check, ain't no need for no pension
She suck that dick, but she grip it real reckless
Came out the mud and I'm dirty, no question
Tell me, lil' nigga, like what you 'bout?
She came through and she fucking for the clout
When we fuck, man, pull that G-string down south
Get smoked like Juul, boy, you know what we 'bout
Pull out them thirties, we pop at his tooth
South little boy, so you know that I'm a gook
Flow the water, baby, yeah, you know I'm a goon
Remix a brick and a bale, that's two
Main bitch blowing on my dick like a flute
Instrument, getting hit, Glock, that's my tool
Patch on my head, that boy ride out the roof
Patch on my head, hit that boy through the-
Yeah, um, ayy
I like bands, I like cars, I like broad shit
Got my mans all around me on my boss shit
I got pain in my body, I like star shit
You can't find me, I'm inside, I'm on Mars shit
I like, I like bitches on my dick
I like niggas that don't wanna take no pic
Shawty treat me like a baby, like I'm six
Goofy niggas really think I'm from the six
I like red like it's blood, I don't move in the sun
All these niggas think they tough, you a fan, I ain't dumb
I'm that nigga, can't you see? I got Gucci on my feet
Fuck your bitch inside your sheet, I got diamonds on my teeth
All these meds ain't doing shit, I just wish you ain't my shit
Find your grave and then I shit, nigga, I don't give a shit
All these niggas are my kids, I make magic, I'm a wiz
You be talking like a bitch, put your body in the fridge
Yeah
Young boy gon' get to 'em (oh, he did that)
Young boy gon' get to 'em (oh, he did that)
Young boy gon' get to 'em (oh, he did that)
Young boy gon' get to 'em (oh, he did that)
Young boy gon' get to 'em (oh, he did that)
Young boy gon', ayy
Ayy, I like percs, I like xans
I through bands up on that ass
Oh, that's your bitch? Shit, my bad
Thumb through the guap, we move too fast
And she gon' suck like a leech, creepin' right through the sheets
And these diamonds in my gums when I smile like bling
Been up finessing, no stressing
Moving that work out of Texas
Using that Uzi, that's my lethal weapon
Tell the world get out my mentions
I got the check, ain't no need for no pension
She suck that dick, but she grip it real reckless
Came out the mud and I'm dirty, no question
Tell me, lil' nigga, like what you 'bout?
She came through and she fucking for the clout
When we fuck, man, pull that G-string down south
Get smoked like Juul, boy, you know what we 'bout
Pull out them thirties, we pop at his tooth
South little boy, so you know that I'm a gook
Flow the water, baby, yeah, you know I'm a goon
Remix a brick and a bale, that's two
Main bitch blowing on my dick like a flute
Instrument, getting hit, Glock, that's my tool
Patch on my head, that boy ride out the roof
Patch on my head, hit that boy through the-
Credits
Writer(s): Christian Baello, Isaiah Rivera, Shermar Paul
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