Bloody Hands (feat. 2ks BCB)

Nah you could leave it like this

I got blood on my hands
From carrying a broken heart
Glock go boom, popping his mans, Damn
Niggas be letting it spark
Hop in the coupe, vroom, I'm stomping the gas
The police behind I won't stop
They saying Benji the hottest
He been being modest
They waiting for that boy to drop
I got blood on my hands
From carrying a broken heart
Glock go boom, popping his mans, Damn
Niggas be letting it spark
Hop in the coupe, vroom, I'm stomping the gas
The police behind I won't stop
They saying Benji the hottest
He been being modest
They waiting for that boy to drop

Yeah, Fuck It
I been going hard all year for the team
We was try'n ball all year what you mean
She be try'n say she love me what you mean
My eyes red, I need Visine
When I was down bad, she ain't wanna fuck me
Up now, and I can't let her touch me
Man sit the fuck down, fore' they get to bussing
Blood on my hands, I'm serious
Fuck on her period
Bitch is you serious
Kick her out, fuck what she say I ain't hearing it
Fuck what they say, I be me, I ain't fearing em'
I make it out that shit won't be a miracle
I'm grinding every day
I know my auntie want me to be safe
I told her I'm good, I told her I'm okay
Sit in my room and I pray
I know that I'm sinning
But I ask the lord for forgiveness
I'm hoping he hear what I say
I put my all in this shit
Put my heart in this shit
I did not come around here to play
Shots fire around and he might catch a stray
Bitch name Michele, she gon sing with the K
I'm screaming that BCB straight to the grave

I got blood on my hands
From carrying a broken heart
Glock go boom, popping his mans, Damn
Niggas be letting it spark
Hop in the coupe, vroom, I'm stomping the gas
The police behind I won't stop
They saying Benji the hottest
He been being modest
They waiting for that boy to drop
I got blood on my hands
From carrying a broken heart
Glock go boom, popping his mans, Damn
Niggas be letting it spark
Hop in the coupe, vroom, I'm stomping the gas
The police behind I won't stop
They saying Benji the hottest
He been being modest
They waiting for that boy to drop

Took the habit having rockstar dreams
High like pilots smoking 5 star weed
We wit violence so them shots all free
We survive to be Prada everything
That's why
We keep toting that iron
We both got guns you gon let yours fire
He tryda drive off we gon aim at his tires
Them Superman niggas be the main ones dying
Post hella cap do allat bluffing allat lying
We just laugh at the opps they so funny
Niggas think they really slime cuz they nose runny
Broke niggas might hate but the goats love me
Drip that you be having on shit so bummy
Nigga we smoke gas OP drugging
Let her butterfly her mind now she bugging
Dropping banger after banger oh he flooding
Baltimore city shit be loaded full of violence
Told you pistols like our iPhones in the booth they silent
Lor bro bad and he young like Riley
Best believe he drill shit no problem tryn find you
I'm just trynna ball niggas keep on fouling
V on the back she like oh that nigga stylish
Nah I can't cuff her if she got high mileage
Blood on my hands can you take my past

I got blood on my hands
From carrying a broken heart
Glock go boom, popping his mans, Damn
Niggas be letting it spark
Hop in the coupe, vroom, I'm stomping the gas
The police behind I won't stop
They saying Benji the hottest
He been being modest
They waiting for that boy to drop
I got blood on my hands
From carrying a broken heart
Glock go boom, popping his mans, Damn
Niggas be letting it spark
Hop in the coupe, vroom, I'm stomping the gas
The police behind I won't stop
They saying Benji the hottest
He been being modest
They waiting for that boy to drop



Credits
Writer(s): Taj Logan
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