Blood On My Hands

Now I got blood on my hands
Girl, you just don't understand
I hop out the foreign
I'm doin' my dance
Run up on me but you don't have a chance
He ran up on me
But that boy might get blammed
Girl
I loved you since the first fucking glance
My bro got that shit on him
Give you a tan
I'm tryna be better for her
but I can't
That Cartier watch on my wrist
And it's flooded with VV's
She think that I'm famous
But no, girl, I'm not on the TV
I beat up the pussy so good
So she say that I'm sleepy
I used to be broke
All of a sudden you need me
I'm up like a star
And all of a sudden she see me
My youngin' tote Glocks
And he spinnin' shit like a CD
I smash that bitch
And she comin' back like a repеat
I do everything with no problems,
Swеar that it's easy
Now I got blood on my hands
Girl, you just don't understand
I hop out the foreign
I'm doin' my dance
Run up on me but you don't have a chance
He ran up on me
But that boy might get blammed
Girl
I loved you since the first fucking glance
My bro got that shit on him
Give you a tan
I'm tryna be better for her
but I can't
Yeah, but I can't
Walk in Prada, get some pants
In a 911, do the dash
She off the molly, sand-tan
I'm off the- uh, yeah
I'm off the stay at home with the bands
Tryna run it up, but you ran
Bullets flyin'
Sound like a fan
Yeah, I'm fucked up
in a trance
Playin' with racks
Got blood on my hands
Shoot at the opps
Got blood on the racks
You want some racks?
Just stick to the plan
I was a boy, got turned to a man
Now I got blood on my hands
Now I got blood on my hands
Girl, you just don't understand
I hop out the foreign
I'm doin' my dance
Run up on me but you don't have a chance
He ran up on me
But that boy might get blammed
Girl
I loved you since the first fucking glance
My bro got that shit on him
Give you a tan
I'm tryna be better for her
but I can't



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Morgan, Davis Wilson
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