Blood On the Leaves

Strange fruit hangin' (aye man shout-out my bro yvngxchris bruh)
From the poplar trees (aye 2300Beats goin' crazy)
Blood on the leaves

Aye, I be out in the street
I got a Glock on my hip and I pull up the boy
Then I told that lil' boy just to- (freeze)
Countin' them digits, I'm countin' them M's
I'm too busy countin' my cheese
Wipin' his nose and I'm hopin' that boy not sick
And I hope he don't sneeze (blood on the leaves)
Aye, I'm back from the 80's
I'm real as the street man, I come from the pavement
You want a dollar? Then give me the payment
Off of the Perc' I'm a little sedated
Just met a thot and that bae was Jamaican
That girl on her knees, that girl wanna taste it
Leave me alone 'cause you is outdated
Pass me a cup, I'm tryna get some pour
"Trey, what side you reppin'?" "I'm reppin' the four"
I seen a opp on the other side, I went and pulled up to his block
We really uppin' the score
You gang then follow the code
Aye, he sick now we wipin' his nose
Aye, I feel like I'm Kodak 'cause I told that lil' baby girl just to go drive the boat
Aye, I catch a opp, that's a man down
She really pullin' my pants down
We spotted a opp at the store, you know we tried to catch him but he ran out (freeze)
I loaded my Glock wit' extensions
My baby a dog, she gone sit down and listen
Aye, I ain't do drill in a minute
Aye, I take a dub and I'm winnin'
Aye, I just lean back and I'm coolin'
Aye, he dissin' me, that's amusin'
I just be worried 'bout me makin' music
What side is he on? That boy is confusin'
I'm way too high like a cockpit
Aye, twin Glocks look like chopsticks
Aye, I got another song right on the way but these boys keep on tellin' me, "Drop it"
Blood on the leaves
I'm not depressed wit' these boys keep on tellin' me that I be droppin' these music
These boys keep on tellin' me that I am trash
I had to get up and get it, yeah I had to get up and get it, now I got a bag
Shawty keep callin' me daddy but I tell that lil' girl, "Baby girl, I'm not your dad"
Relationship, I gotta dead it
I do not like you, I already said it
I already did like 50 features and I ain't got nothin', boy where is my credit?
You trasher than Lil Pump, yeah Esskeetit
Shawty got WAP but I'm not talkin' Fetty
Bullets be rainin' but not like Confetti
Aye, shawty she slurpin' it up like Spaghetti
Aye, I'm loading the clip but that's no discussion
He knowin' too much so we gotta hush him
"Trey, what you doin'?" "Girl, I'm doin' nothin'"
Lil bae at the crib and I got her bustin'
I keep a TEC but I'm not talkin' Tecca
Aye, load up the clip and I grab my Beretta
I hopped on the song and I made it better
Aye, I just be trappin' Rosetta (blood on the leaves)

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye (freeze)
Gang, aye, aye (freeze)
Aye, aye, aye, on God
Blood on the leaves
Freeze, freeze